My pastor is a man I
see in different lights.
He’s blessed by God
with deep insight.
When I’m like a
starved sheep in dire need,
God’s Word from him
is like succulent feed.
When I feel my search
for nurture is complete,
He shows me there’s
much more beneath my feet.
He prefers that I
don’t run with the herd,
At such times in my
life, he is my shepherd.
In seasons of life
when like a defeated athlete,
I lay on the floor,
intending to quit.
At his counsel I’m
strengthened to take it on the chin,
He helps me to
remember it’s not over until I win.
With his drills and
exercises, mental and spiritual,
I build muscles of
endurance and resilience to every trial.
He’s more than a
cheerleader in his approach,
He’s my trainer, yes,
he’s really my coach.
When in life’s
school, it’s like a tough semester,
With so much
expected, like one in her third trimester,
He moves me gradually
from problem to solution,
Initial stumbling
blocks become stepping stones.
Line upon line and
precept upon precept,
His instructions make
me so much more adept.
These are the times
that he’s more than a lecturer,
He brings me to
school and he is my teacher.
In happy times of
increase and blessing,
I see he’s not
intimidated by my lifting.
Though he’s glad that
I’m now experiencing comfort,
He’s not hypocritical
to be quiet when I fall short.
To those places that
I need to go that he’s been,
He shows me an easier
path than it was for him.
These are the times
that he’s more than a motivator,
Without a doubt, he
is my mentor.
Whenever I visit the
House of Bread,
I’m always nourished,
always well fed.
That’s because
whether or not he’s around,
He ensures there’s
enough bread to go round.
Like a butler he sees
to drinks being on each table,
The wine of the
Spirit he pours for all to drink as able.
These are the times
that he’s more than a baker,
More than a brother,
he is my father
There’s more to him
than the eyes can see,
So many things that
he’s been to me.
But one thing he’s
really been, that’s hard to comprehend,
Is how sincerely he’s
always been my friend.
Only a friend would
be all the above to me,
Yet relate with me
with such great humility.
Handsomely crafted
like a great work of art,
He’s a sweetheart, a
brave heart, his name is GoodHeart.
Meet my Shepherd,
meet my Coach,
Meet God’s servant
without reproach
Meet my Teacher,
Mentor and Father,
Meet God’s gift to
the church like none other.
Meet my Pastor, meet
my Friend,
Meet Apostle GoodHeart
O. C. Ekwueme.
Adebayo Martins | B.A.Y.O.R | @bayormartins | SUN.12.12.2010 | TUE.03.12.2019
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