Comments on: Our Van Is At The Doctor! http://www.glossary.us/2009/03/30/our-van-is-at-the-doctor/ Official news and updates about the rock band Glossary from Murfreesboro, TN Tue, 22 Mar 2011 04:55:17 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: John http://www.glossary.us/2009/03/30/our-van-is-at-the-doctor/comment-page-1/#comment-60019 John Tue, 28 Apr 2009 17:18:59 +0000 http://glossary.us/2009/03/30/our-van-is-at-the-doctor/#comment-60019 "Holy Maker of the Universe, give them gas" I love it! cool poem... Glad the van is getting all fixed up. Can't wait top see you guys in Atlanta on May 1st. I hope the Earl is packed out. “Holy Maker of the Universe, give them gas” I love it! cool poem…

Glad the van is getting all fixed up. Can’t wait top see you guys in Atlanta on May 1st. I hope the Earl is packed out.

]]> By: David Hampton http://www.glossary.us/2009/03/30/our-van-is-at-the-doctor/comment-page-1/#comment-57668 David Hampton Fri, 03 Apr 2009 22:03:43 +0000 http://glossary.us/2009/03/30/our-van-is-at-the-doctor/#comment-57668 I'm glad you guys will be holy rollin' and rockin' soon. Since April is National Poetry Month, I thought y'all would get a kick out of this poem by Michael Chitwood, an Appalachian and Southern poet from NC. On Being Asked to Pray for a Van My evangelical brethren have let me know, via the quarterly fundraising letter, that they can't get the gospel around because their van has given up the ghost. God in the machine, help them. I lift up their carburetor and their transaxle. Bless them with meshed gears and a greased cam shaft. Free their lifters. Deliver their differential and anoint their valves and their pistons. Unblock their engine block and give them deep treaded tires. Their brakes cry out to You. Hear them, O Lord. Drive out the demons from their steering column and come in to the transmission that they may know the peace of passing. Minister even unto the turn indicator. Creator Spirit, Holy Maker of the Universe, give them gas. I’m glad you guys will be holy rollin’ and rockin’ soon. Since April is National Poetry Month, I thought y’all would get a kick out of this poem by Michael Chitwood, an Appalachian and Southern poet from NC.

On Being Asked to Pray for a Van

My evangelical brethren have let me know,
via the quarterly fundraising letter,
that they can’t get the gospel around
because their van has given up the ghost.
God in the machine, help them.
I lift up their carburetor and their transaxle.
Bless them with meshed gears and a greased cam shaft.
Free their lifters.
Deliver their differential
and anoint their valves and their pistons.
Unblock their engine block
and give them deep treaded tires.
Their brakes cry out to You. Hear them, O Lord.
Drive out the demons from their steering column
and come in to the transmission
that they may know the peace of passing.
Minister even unto the turn indicator.
Creator Spirit, Holy Maker of the Universe,
give them gas.

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