Twenty Second (Happy Anniversary) Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

The feet of them that sat at Henry's table eating meat shouted "Hosanna in the Highest".

Crucify him crucify him was the meat they devoured for his soul.

Called out and set apart by the "MOST HIGHT" he endured hardness as a good soldier.

Ridiculed for his destiny of mountaintop experiences he worships the "GREAT I AM".

Pastor Henry occupied a seat on the morning train; some said the evening train would derail him.

Chains of discontentment down through the years forged his strength in the fire.

In a state of temporary blindness the "Light" created paths of faith without works is dead.

Pressing forward without wavering Pastor Henry soared on wings of eagles.

Counting up the cost of ministry his tears are bottled in heavens throne room.

The gates of hell opened up against him and the spirit of the LORD lifted up a standard for him.

Bridging the walls of holiness Pastor Henry became a repairer of the breach for souls.

The womb of holiness has sustained Pastor Henry for his twenty second anniversary celebration.

Written by Theodore Mosley

November 2,2018