I Wanted To Be A Pastor’s Delight
- By Joe Coons

I Wanted To Be A Pastor’s Delight
From my core to my outer shell
To exercise and labor for favor of a man
Promoting his headship as well

‘The Buck Stops Here’, I did agree
How could I have questioned his rule?
“He’s the man”, “He knows more than I”
“He’s the teacher, I’m just the fool”

I Wanted To Be A Pastor’s Delight
For at my funeral he would make plea
All the saints, my family and all of my friends
To be a devoted replica of me

‘The Buck Stops Here’ the unwritten code
For all ‘faithful’ would bow to his rule
From all that you wear, to the barrettes in your hair
From the church van to the lawn mowing tools

I Wanted To Be A Pastor’s Delight
His smile to shine on my way
Convincing me I was okay with God
So faithful to my pastor I’d stay

‘The Buck Stops Here’ his position would cry
Why, he inherited infallibility
How could I be right and he be so wrong
Though the Lord was speaking to me

I Wanted To Be A Pastor’s Delight
Forbid me to touch the ‘anointed’
But, as I studied to show myself approved
With my own philosophy I became disappointed

‘The Buck Stops Here’ is crazy indeed
No man is above one another
Hierarchy is wrong; we’re all brethren down here
The world’s model is a surrogate mother

So…

To my Brothers and Sisters who are in Christ
But dwell in institutionalized realms
Be sure not to put a man before Christ
He’s not the ship’s rudder, we’re not the helm

I Wanted To Be A Pastor’s Delight
To back up the; ‘Buck Stops Here’
But, now with my head in its proper place
I delight in my Jesus so dear