Our Lord Was Not President Poem by Pleasant Dabbs

Our Lord was not president
But he set a precedent for all- each brother and sister
He showed us how to pray, he showed us how to love
He showed us how to live, how to give, how to forgive…
How to endure oppression, how to remedy transgression
He opened up our senses, taught us how to bridle our offences
His mission was to rescue and set free
He brought man down to earth, then up to Deity

Ofttimes it requires my utmost effort and exertion
To suppress my inner fire then open up
Let it loose ‘til it goes higher
To where He feels my most profound desire
To understand, to take His hand
And feel His mighty touch
That beatific nudge that inspirits me
"I'm here, it's me! " I want to say sometimes
My uttermost endeavor is to rise and pull the lever
That unlocks your private door to see your mansion and more
You have my hand, please draw me in and
Take me for a tour, I can barely wait to see your
Heavenly expanse, to see your angels dance
Soon I'll be dancing also-
The words I say aren't false, no
I wouldn't lie, but I will need your help
You'll need to come again and take me by the hand
And lift me up, I'll escort you myself
You helped me first to learn how to enter
It's my turn now but you were my mentor
You taught me all the ropes and raised my heartfelt hopes
I saw an extra room when you first took me in
I can only assume that it hasn't yet been rented
That you don't have a tenant
Because I don't want to rent it
I want to permanently own-
Will you raise me to your throne?
You won't regret it-
So please won't you let it… happen
Love, your son
c aaron