Monday, November 4, 2013

Walking His Way Through

                                                     He walked down country roads
                                                     with a faded Bible in hand
                                                     ragged as his old shoes
                                                     this old time preacher man

                                                     He had a message to deliver
                                                     to every church around
                                                     a different one every week
                                                     he covered a lot of ground

                                                     In the winter time cold
                                                     his coat was thread bare
                                                     he'd brace against the wind
                                                     with no regrets or despair

                                                     When the hot summer's heat
                                                      beat down upon his brow
                                                      he'd wipe away the sweat
                                                      holding on to his vow

                                                      A few pennies in hand
                                                      were all they could give
                                                      he never asked for money
                                                      modest was the way he lived

                                                      And he never once failed
                                                      on any given day
                                                      he'd take his small earnings
                                                      and give them all away

                                                      To some needy family
                                                       living by the roadside
                                                       it filled his heart with joy
                                                       and a sense of great pride

                                                       If one hungry child
                                                       he could have fed
                                                       he'd thank his father above
                                                       and go hungry instead

                                                       Just an old preacher man
                                                       walking his way through
                                                       doing the Lord's work
                                                       in the only way he knew

                                                       When he laid down his work
                                                        his body and life's goal
                                                        heaven's gates opened wide
                                                        it was a sight to behold

                                                        © Susie Swanson, 2013


  1. How lovely, Susie! Such sweet thoughts about a special person. Blessings to you!

  2. Susie, This poem makes me think of my guardian angel, Mrs. Ruth Russell. She helped us to have food at times. I know she sits with God. I hope you are doing well today . It's getting chillier as the night is coming. Blessings to you and yours. xoxo,Susie

    1. That is so touching Susie. Yes the nights are getting much cooler. Blessings to you and your family.

  3. Oh Susie,
    What would we do without people like this is our lives? I loved this poem today because it talks about all the wonderful things the Preacher did and how giving he was. Was he a special friend of your family?

    I'm so glad you received my card. I was hoping you would let me know when you got it.

    Have a nice week, Susie.


    1. Thank you so much Sheri. I wrote this from the memories my dad and mom told about him. He was a close friend to them. He died when I was little. hope you have a nice week as well.

  4. Very nice poem, Susie. This reminds me of a preacher I knew as a child who was always there when anyone needed him.

    1. Thank you Daisy. He was a good old soul for sure.

  5. Awesome poem Susie. It brought tears to my eyes.

  6. Susie,
    This is a touching poem about a very dedicated preacher who loved God and served people. You've done a great job with this poem.

  7. What a lovely poem, I dare say we should all strive to be like this man!