The Pastor is Coming to Visit
October is Pastor Appreciation Month. Our pastor comes and visits with my husband every other week on Mondays while I am at work. It's just two friends hanging out. The last time he came to visit, I hadn't cleaned house. I didn't think he would go through the back end of our apartment, where the bedroom is. He went in there to look at a piece of furniture he and my husband were talking about. I had not put away laundry or made the bed. I was a bit embarrased. That is what inspired this poem.
We love our pastor. He is our friend and has helped us grow in our walk with Jesus. We really appreciate all that he does for us and the rest of the congregation.
The pastor is coming to visit.
We need to clean up this mess
Because him we want to impress.
We need to pick the underwear up off the ground
And remember to turn the TV down.
Let’s comb our hair.
Try to remember in his presence not to swear.
Take out the trash.
Empty the tray full of ash.
Spray the apples and cinnamon from a can.
Don’t forget to turn on the fan.
We need to empty the sink
And mop the kitchen floor that is not supposed to be pink.
Put the dog away.
She’ll bite if he tries to play.
Should I put coffee on to brew?
Do you think he’ll want something sweet to chew?
Run the vacuum.
Put away the shoes.
We need to clear our plates.
I hope he’s going to be late.
Someone is knocking on the door.
Get up off your butt
To see who and what.
Please, come in.
How was your day?
Our’s went by way too faster.
Hey, let me ask you.
Is my messy house a sin?