From behind a crystal pulpit
Brother Henry proclaims The Word.
Born the youngest son of a
hard luck farmer,
Henry wore his charm
like an oft-washed shirt,
soft and easy and a little frayed.
With his maize-colored hair
and snapping blue eyes,
joy followed him like a puppy
and adventure found him
through the open door of his smile.
Church was a desert
when he was a boy,
dry and brittle,
and held no draw for him;
but his teen-aged bride offered
grown-up prayers
and joy took on a new look.
Henry found God.
Now with the zeal of one saved
from destruction,
his radio-preacher voice
resonates through the congregation,
And joy overflows his eyes.
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Submission Name: Brother Henry
