Friday, February 17, 2012

Francis Asbury Leaves His Mark












Francis Asbury Leaves His Mark

The first American bishop
Was a guy named Francis (no joke)

And he rode through brute force
On his broken down horse
And left in his wake a brown smoke.

Now most folks don’t think of it now
But the frontier was littered with trees
And wherever he rode
He made a commode
And would mark every place where he peed.


It’s true the kingdom comes
In various and sundry ways
Sometimes strange, of course,
Or on back of a horse,
But always with human bouquets.


And today in each village and town
Wherever a steeple is sought
There’s a very good chance
Francis Asbury danced
On that ground where X marked his spot.