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For forty years he’s traveled the road
Easing pilgrims of their heavy loads
A smiling itinerant backwoods raconteur
A joy filled evangelist of exceptional lure
He tells a story and sings a song
Then kneels and prays hard and strong
“Turn with me now to Mathew one and one”
I know the excitement has just begun
He launches an expository tirade
I feel guilty about the idols I’ve made
Just as I am wishing he would stop
That’s when I hear the other shoe drop
He tells a story that makes me cry
Or laugh or sing or maybe sigh
Now he is starting to get in the groove
To the center aisle he makes his move
It feels like fire has fallen from above
While the pores of his skin
ooze gallons of love
Back to the well he goes again
“Turn to proverbs two and ten”
He preaches hard in southern drawl
I’m, thinking “Under this pew I’ll crawl”
Once again a loving yarn he spins
The Balm of Gilead for my sins
It’s time again, I laugh and cry
Only by now I don’t know why
Somewhere around nine o’ clock
He starts dragging the net into the dock
He invites the people as the pianist plays
“Come to this old fashion altar and pray.”
All that came to hear Brother Dave Gargus
Know that Jesus and Brother Dave love us
Night after night he convinces women and men
That we are all dead in trespasses and sin
Week after week and on Sunday too
He says Gods grace is sufficient for you
No one knows the sacrifices he’s made
To minister to souls that are about to fade
The times he’s left his family and home
Traveling the highways all alone
Never alone because Jesus’ chauffeur
Is a smiling itinerant backwoods raconteur
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