Complain | Criticism | Health | Ministry

LET YOUR PASTOR KNOW
Mrs. Huff is up the miff tree
On a seat fixed good and firm,
And she’d like to tell the pastor
A few things, and make him squirm!
Mrs. Huff was sick abed, sir,
Yes, sir, sick abed a week;
And the pastor didn’t call, sir,
Never even took a peek.
Wasn’t that enough, sir,
To provoke a saint to wrath
And to make a Christian pilgrim
Wander from the churchly path?
When I asked her if the doctor
Called to see her, she said, “Sure”;
And she looked as if she thought I
Needed some strong mind cure.
Then I asked her how the doctor knew
That sickness laid her low,
And she said that she had called him
On the phone and told him so.
So the doctor called to see her,
But the pastor didn’t go