Revival Poem by Joe Howell

The other Sunday, I was feeling low,
felt like some where there was more for me.
I knew of a revival, going on at a church
down the road. So I drove down to lift up my soul.

The preacher, he was New, I could tell.
It was the way he kept looking at his Bible,
checking to make sure he had read it right.

Then half an hour later, I noticed he had
a cell phone on his belt. I said to my
self, who would call him, more important then
God, and he wouldn't use a phone.