Poems From My Preaching

The pastor is a minister,
a creation of His power,
Made to perform His bidding,
to do His work each hour.
(Ephesians 3:7)

He is a man like others,
with frailties and frights,
But is sent by God to witness of Christ
the glorious Light.
(John 1:6-8)

He is God’s gift to the church to lead them
in paths of right,
He’s to be honored and respected and
welcomed with delight.
(Ephesians 4:11)

God wants you to pray for your pastor,
to remember him before the throne,
For it is he who brings you from God’s Word
the greatest story ever known.
(Hebrews 13:7)

He’s a watcher of your souls, the truths he
teaches do employ,
For you it will be profitable
and before God bring him great joy.
(Hebrews 13:17)

Greet him when you see him, he is
God’s gift of grace,
Tell he and his family you love them,
your words will not be in waste.
(Hebrews 13:24)

Finally, remember that God says
the pastor is worthy of double due,
If he is faithful in serving and teaching,
give liberally, for this pleases our God too!
(I Timothy 5:17-18)

–MHB

Luke 19:1-10

What a day in Jericho when Jesus passed though town,
The crowds pressed to see that One who had become renown.

But there was a little fellow, Zachaeus was his name,
Too short to see the Savior, he climbed a tree and overcame.

What a shock when Jesus stopped, and saw him in that tree,
He said, “Zachaeus,” you come down for I must abide with thee.

This was the day salvation came to a man who was rich with greed.
He gladly returned four-fold to the poor, from sin he had been freed.

What a day in Jericho when Jesus passed through town,
He did the unexpected and made the religious leaders frown.

I’ll never forget that day when Jesus passed through my town,
He opened my eyes so I could see, it was He who bore my crown.

Today is Jesus passing through your town and calling you by name?
If, like Zachaeus, you trust in Him, you, too, will never be the same.

–MHB

Mark 16:6: And he saith unto them, be not affrighted: ye seek Jesus of Nazareth, which was crucified: he is risen; he is not here: behold the place where they laid him.

I love to hear the story
How up from the grave He arose,
And the moving of the stone
Could not be explained by His foes.

I love to hear the story
How the women came that morn,
Wondering how to move the stone,
Sweet spices, His body to adorn.

I love to hear the story
How the angel all dressed in white,
Said to the trembling ladies,
He’s risen! He’s not here! It’s all right!

–MHB

Lord, thank you for your kindness,
In choosing me by grace,
For showing me your mercy
Wrapped in your holy embrace.

Your kindness has covered my sin,
Amazing though it be,
I can hardly comprehend
That you would save one such as me.

Your kindness follows me faithfully,
Reminding me of your care.
Showering me with heavenly blessings
Lightening the burdens I bear.

Lord, thank you for your kindness,
Which aids me in the race,
May I receive it with humble spirit
Til I meet you face to face.

–MHB

I shall not pass this way again,
Lord, help me not to stray.
Take me by Your loving hand,
Please guide me all the way.

I shall not pass this way again,
Lord, encourage me as I go.
May I enjoy the good and bad,
that from Your hand may flow.

I shall not pass this way again,
Lord, may I a blessing be.
Where’er I go, what’er I say,
May it always glorify Thee.

–MHB

(Exodus 19:1-5)

God calls me a special treasure
On eagles’ wings I fly–
Above the storms and darkest clouds
I sour with Him on high.

A special treasure saved by grace
From sin’s dreadful snare–
By that grace I’ll hide in Him
And give Him my every care.

I’m scaling towards the Father
A treasure on eagles’ wings–
I’m heading for the kingdom
To hear the saints in heav’n sing!

–MHB