There is one person in our Church
Who knows our Pastor’s life.
Who weeps and smiles and prays with Him,
And that’s the Pastor’s wife!
The crowd has seen him in his strength,
While bearing God’s Sharp Sword
As underneath God’s banner’s folds
He faced the devil’s horde.
But deep within her heart she knows
That scarce an hour before
She helped him pray the glory down
Behind the closet door!
She heard him groaning in his soul
When bitter raged the strife.
As, hand in hand she knelt with him,
For she’s the Pastor’s Wife.
You tell your tales of Preachers brave
Who marched across the world
And changed the course of history
By burning words they hurled
And I will tell how back of each
Some woman lived her life
Who wept with him and smiled with him,
She was the Pastor’s Wife!
The Preacher’s Wife
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Our preacher is a man of God,
He truly loves the Lord;
He gives the greatest sermons,
His congregation’s never bored.
He quotes the scriptures without looking,
He shares the Good Book without end;
He knows each member of the church,
And calls each one his friend.
He constantly is working,
Both at the church and in his home;
He is very dedicated,
And spends much time with Christ alone.
He spends hours on his sermons,
Which are truly God inspired;
He works almost around the clock,
And is often worn and tired.
While we give him due respect and love,
His wife is often missed;
Though a sweet and caring, loving soul,
She’s not always on our list.
Oh what a shame … we lose so much,
For this woman’s full of love;
And when our preacher married her,
Was he not directed from above?
While our preacher is God’s shepherd,
His wife excels in little lambs;
We need her just as much as him,
All this is per God’s plan.
She stands behind her husband,
Like a shadow, ever there;
Like fresh air, always needed,
Of which no one is aware.
She will put her arms around him,
When he is down and blue;
Why comfort him, this man of God?
Because he’s human, too.
She performs her mundane duties,
Like pressing clothes and washing shirts;
Because she is so eager,
To have him look just right at church.
When services are over,
And he is waiting by the door;
We shake his hand and thank him,
Sometimes she’s smilingly ignored.
She never seeks attention,
But is content to aid and serve;
With a quiet consecration,
She hold her talents in reserve.
So, all you members of the church,
What I am trying hard to tell …
That when God chose this preacher’s wife,
‘Twas for the rest of us, as well.
Show that you appreciate her,
At the church door, shake her hand;
Hug her around her shoulders,
And behind her, take your stand.
Lord of My Rocking Boat
By Carole Mayhall
Show me how to simplify.
Life is so complex,
The ministry so multiple,
Problems so monumental
I get a handle on one,
Only to have three more
Thrust upon me.
I feel so overwhelmed, Lord.
Please, simplify my life.
Dear child, remember the words,
“This one thing I do.
I press toward the mark
Of the high calling of God.”
My calling is simple.
It is this.
THE JOYS OF FRIENDSHIP
Friends are necessary to a happy life.
When friendship deserts us,
we are as lonely and helpless as a ship
left by the high tide upon the shore.
When friendship returns to us,
it is as though the tide came back,
gave us buoyancy and freedom,
and opened to us
the wide places of ;the world.
— Author unknown
THE PULL OF THE POWERFUL
by: Sue Garmon
Lord, I want so much to do
BIG things for you.
I’d like so much
to make a grand gesture,
to do something really spectacular.
But you don’t ask me
to do things like that.
You ask me to do
the little piddling things
that make up my everyday life.
You don’t ask me to do something
grand and glorious;
Just to do my job.
You don’t ask me
to do something really spectacular;
just to love my neighbor.
You don’t ask me
to do something absolutely stupendous;
Just the routine,
day-in, day-out duties
Of a working woman.
Lord, when I feel
that what I’m doing
help me to remember
that everything I do
in your eyes,
because you love me
and you put me here,
and no one else
can do what I am doing
in exactly the way