Before the congregation.
My face was red, a spinning head,
I had a situation.
My notes were gone, perhaps at home
Was hours of preparation.
What could I do, what could I say,
Was now my contemplation.
My notes were gone, my thoughts, my points,
My quotes and my citations,
My jokes, my scriptures, my outlined theme,
My clever illustrations.
My notes were gone, my face was red,
My pulse was a fast vibration,
Perhaps I should do double communion
Or take some strong sedation.
My notes were gone. Perhaps I should start
With some heart-felt free narration.
Or say a prayer, long and strong
And cut to the invitation.
My notes were gone, forgotten misplaced,
Oh the sad indignation!
Perhaps I should just trust in God
And wait for His affirmation.
My notes were gone, my memory failed,
My creativeness at complete cessation.
I shall survive. “Would the ushers come forth?
“Please prepare your contribution.”