I am not
You (s) are not
He, she, it is not
We are not
You (pl) are not
They are not
The I Am Who I Am.
Pastors deal with lots of guff,
Rants and rage and tedious stuff.
Saturdays are all awash,
Scanning o’er the week’s midrash.
Yet somehow you don’t seem to mind,
Your manner stays cheerful and kind.
There’s but one way this could be true:
Because you trust that God’s got you.
I thank God* for the work you do,
I know that it will bear much fruit.
Pastoring’s not easy, even with gifting,
Praying you let the Spirit do the heavy lifting.
*Pastor Dan preached on how one should thank God and not people once. See? Some were listening.
For Laurn, draft no. 3
Friend since high – nay, middle--nay, elementary days
Who’s near at heart though miles away
Lover of cats, crafts, and secret potions.
Eloquent, sharp, a wee bit coven.
The woman you’d want on the scene,
If you'd caught salmonella or COVID-19.
Laurn Mank has stood the test--
Wishing her peace, and joy, and all that’s best.