PREACHER HOSPITALITY©

Dedicated to Colin Williamson

" A PLEASURE TO FEED"

Each night of a gospel meeting,

Obligations should be met,

Although it's one I truly love,

This is still the hardest yet.

What do you feed the preacher,

When he comes to dine with you?

Should you cook up mashed potatoes,

That will surely work like glue?

It may be helpful to everyone,

If sermons he likes to preach,

That go far above your head,

Completely out of reach.

And again, there are the lima beans,

They'll turn him a bright blue,

For fear of what he may do,

While preaching to all of you.

Of course, I could feed him spaghetti,

With a huge loaf of garlic bread,

But then no one would shake his hand,

Cause he'd smell like he was dead.

There's another I might consider,

White rice from Chinatown,

But when it starts to swelling,

It'd turn him nice and round.

There's much I must envision,

So I'll keep it plain and bland,

I'll cook him chicken n' dumplings,

The best in all the land!

Rozita D. Martin

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October 8, 1994

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