JUST A FARMER – a Poem About My Father by Mark Gorman
They said he’s just a farmer, just a man who works the soil. Working in the fields to gather crops before they spoil. Who’d’ve thought a boy of modest means, & name unknown Would one day be a man of God and speak for Him alone?
While on a tractor, plowing fields, he heard the voice of God To ask if he would preach His word, instead of tilling sod. How could it be that God Himself would offer me the task Of representing Christ His Son, the humble boy would ask
He dedicated hours each day, to time alone in prayer To hear the Holy Spirit, learned His Word beyond compare. He came to recognize the voice of Him upon the Throne To follow in the steps of Jesus Christ, and Him alone.
The miracles he saw were confirmation of his call A demonstration of the love of God for one & all. As he would preach the Word of God & tell of His great love, The broken & the hurting came to know the Lord above.
One night as he was sitting on the platform of a church While waiting for the time to come for him to share the Word Into the service came a beauty he had never seen “Congratulations” said the Lord, “she will become your queen.”
To Marvin & Virginia God would add a family Randy, Mark & Beverly would fill the family tree Each, in time, would follow Mom & Dad in ministering As Dad would preach, & Mother played piano, they would sing.
From Arkansas, the Lord would lead him to the Bayou State A burden for the Crescent City on his heart was laid. A modest congregation in New Orleans was the start Of many thousands who would ask the Lord into their hearts
Radio & TV helped to amplify the reach Of the gospel message that he felt the call to preach. Pastors ‘round the world call him their father in the Lord Eternity will tell how many he helped to restore.
Now, some may think it modest to be called a farmer boy Never understanding or experiencing the joy He felt each time he went into the field to harvest souls. From seeds that he had planted as the Word of faith he sowed.
“Welcome home” the Father said, as he was ushered in “Well done my faithful servant” were the words God said to him. The gates of pearl ahead are entrance to your great reward The streets of gold will lead you to the blessings of the Lord.
As happy and as joyous as we know that he must be To share with Christ his Savior, for all of eternity, I know that he is burdened in that place of blissful joy To know if you and I will follow Jesus Christ our Lord.
(A tribute to my father, Rev. Marvin Gorman – 1933- 2017)
Marvin Gorman went to be with his precious Lord and Savior Jesus Christ on Jan 4, 2017. at the age of 83.
I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. He will not let your foot slip— he who watches over you will not slumber; indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord watches over you— the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
What was given by God to one, cannot be taken away by man.
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