PRAISE GOD FOR PILLARS 
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WHEN JUST A BOY IN TODDLER'S CLASS 
I NEVER PAID A BILL. 
LEARNED THE BIBLE STORIES, 
AND ATE COOKIES TO MY FILL. 
 
LATER ON IN JUNIOR HIGH 
MY TEACHERS TAUGHT THE WORD, 
BUT IN THE CHURCH DECISIONS, 
MY VOTE WAS NEVER HEARD. 
 
TOO YOUNG TO BE A PILLAR, 
I ENJOYED THEIR STURDY STAND; 
NOT IN FULL APPRECIATION, 
UNTIL I BECAME A MAN. 
 
WHEN I BEGAN TO PAY MY BILLS, 
AND TITHE AND OFFERING TOO; 
I LEARNED THEN TO BE THANKFUL 
FOR WHAT OTHERS HAD GONE THROUGH. 
 
THOSE WHO WORKED THEIR FORTY HOURS, 
THEN WORKED WEEKENDS FOR ME; 
BUILT THE CHURCH AND PAID THE BILLS, 
SO I THE TRUTH COULD SEE. 
 
THANK GOD FOR FAITHFUL PILLARS, 
WHO WHEN OTHERS PLAYED, THEY PRAYED; 
WHEN OTHERS WATCHED, THEY WORKED; 
WHEN OTHERS LEFT, THEY STAYED. 
 
YES, I'VE COME TO LOVE THAT CROWD, 
WE HAVE A LOT OF FUN; 
WORKING FOR THE MASTER 
TO SEE THE JOB GETS DONE. 
 
BUT, I HAVE NEVER LOVED THAT BUNCH 
QUITE LIKE I DO TODAY; 
AS PASTOR NOW MYSELF 
WITH ALL THE BILLS TO PAY. 
 
WITH CLASSES THAT NEED TEACHERS, 
AND BUSSES THAT NEED CARE; 
PROGRAMS THAT NEED WORKERS, 
AND MANY LOADS TO SHARE. 
 
I LOVE THOSE STURDY PILLARS 
WHO STAY MY HANDS AND HEART; 
WHO FILL THE GAPS THAT OPEN 
AND FINISH WHAT WE START. 
 
WHO SEE THE NEEDS A COMMIN' 
AND FILL THEM WITH A SMILE. 
WHO WHEN ASKED TO GO JUST ONE, 
THEY GO THE SECOND MILE. 
 
NOT ONLY DO MY VISIONS SHARE; 
BUT HAVE SOME OF THEIR OWN 
TO GLORIFY OUR MASTER, 
AND SEE THAT SEEDS ARE SOWN. 
 
WHO LOVE LOST SOULS AS WELL AS I, 
AND LONG TO SEE THEM SAVED; 
AND SEE THAT FOR OUR CHILDREN 
THE ROAD OF TRUTH IS PAVED. 
 
THEY DO NOT COME TO CRITICIZE 
THEY'RE FRIENDS TO LEND A HAND: 
HELP YOU UP WHEN YOUR'E DOWN, 
ENCOURAGE YOU TO STAND. 
 
THESE ARE THEY WHOM I LOVE, 
AND THANK GOD EVERY DAY 
FOR GIVING THEM AS A GIFT 
TO HELP US ON OUR WAY. 
 
SOMEDAY THEY WILL BE PILLARS 
IN GLORY LAND ABOVE; 
AND BE REPAID FOR GIVING US 
THEIR SACRIFICIAL LOVE. 
 
MARK BULLEN