Tell me, Preacher...

Tell me, preacher, what should I do?

Look unto Jesus. He will help you.

I hear that, preacher, but what about…

Look unto Jesus. Why should you doubt?

But my problem is real, and I am concerned,

Jesus is real. Have you not learned?

His word is not just for Sunday’s hour,

His life is not just a spiritual power,

His cross is not just a sin offering,

His power is not just a religious thing,

His empty tomb is still empty today,

His work on you is still underway,

Your problem may seem like a mountain too tall,

But look to Him, you’ll see, it’s so small,

He raised you from death and snatched you from hell,

Whatever you’re facing, trust me, “It is well.”

He’s not shaken by anything you fear,

He’s sovereign over all, even when it’s not clear.

Preacher, I’ll turn to Jesus, I’ll listen to you,

Good, because that is all I know to do too.

Tomorrow will be my son's 15th birthday. It's been a bit of a tradition to write a little poem for the occasion. He doesn't find it all that interesting now, but one day, perhaps he will.


"Tanner at 15"

When I add it up the tally is clear,

Sure enough, it’s the fifteenth year,

It’s not the math I struggle to get,

It’s just the fact I can’t fathom yet,

What was I doing and why did I miss,

When you skipped all those ages prior to this?

I remember now; I was there all along,

And said every year, “This has to be wrong,”

Time will not wait for its speed to be seen,

It rushes from birth to a year like fifteen,

Son, please remember what I’m trying to say,

You might be a man with a son one day,

And you’ll look around and see how he’s grown,

And wonder where all the time has gone,

So remember to look every time you can,

At the little boy who’ll soon be a man,

Pick him up often and say with a smile,

I love being your daddy, if just for a while…

-Terry Trivette