Please Pardon My Poetry

These poems do not come from the head of a poet but from the heart of a pastor. I beg your leniency as you enter my garden of poetry. Please tiptoe down its paths, and remember that its flowers are grown from sincerity and a desire to be a blessing. Do not be rough with the petals, but enjoy the ones that please you; and as you read, please pardon my poetry. [From the author's prefatory remarks]