His Consecrated Car

~ Christine Goodnough

He rarely speaks before a crowd;
he doesn’t teach a class;
but when he comes to Sunday school
he brings his friends en masse.

He cannot sing to save his life,
and stammers when he prays;
but always his jalopy is
just crammed on each Lord’s Day.

So, though he’ll seldom sing or teach
or boldly lead in prayer,
he listens well, he wears a smile,
and he is always there.

and offers rides to all who’ll come
collects folks near and far;
God’s work is greatly prospered by
his consecrated car.

Published by Christine Goodnough

I'm a wife, mom & grandma, homemaker, avid reader, blogger, and nature lover enjoying country living. I write short stories, poems, and share life experiences, adding a dash of humor whenever I can.

4 thoughts on “His Consecrated Car”

  1. Years ago, as newlyweds, we took on the job of picking up a whole bunch of kids from a neighborhood near the church. We used the church van to cram them all in, and we had so much fun with them. It was a wonderful experience, and you brought it back with your poem 🙂

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