Preacher! I need to hear one of those squirmin' sermons.
The type that seems like it was tailor made just for me.
Exhale a reprimand that fits me well - I feel the heat from hell!
Pastor, compel me to expel corruptible thoughts,
Because I know I ought to resist the devil - so he will flee.
While I'm sitting in my seat - turn up the heat and -
Preach, preacher preach!

Preach to my insides - searing me just enough to make reality's call abrupt.
I know iron sharpens iron and I don't mind if I get cut! Wake me up!
Use your arsenal of verbal arrows which cut through bone and marrow,
Because right now I live in peril, as one
Who has strayed from the straight and narrow.
Spur me - address the grace that I disgrace and cause me to cover my face
and sink in my seat -
So, preach, preacher preach!

Reach preacher; reach my nooks and crannies, my hidden valleys,
My deep dark alleys; I need a spiritual rally - a revival for survival.
Loosen your belt and reveal why God endowed you with your present title.
I must confess I need a boost! So pastor, put God's stuff to use.
Don't leave my insides idle. Though I've searched the Bible,
Unashamedly, I know you too are a tool created to encourage my survival!
Faith cometh byu hearing, and hearing from the word of God.
I know your feet are shod with the gospel of peace.
Moreover you have a fire in your belly that I urge you to unleash!
I yearn your coming sermon and I readily seek to feast.
Who could ever be worthy of God's mercy?
So preach, preacher preach!

CopyrightÓ 2002 Geoffrey Watts