My Pastor

I gotta uplift my Master
For sendin' the gift, my Pastor
Yes, and it's a blessin', my Master
That You gave a present, my Pastor
I gotta uplift my Master
For sendin' the gift, my Pastor
Yes, and it's a blessin', my Master
That You gave a present, my Pastor

I remember back when I was on this search
I wanted God back then, but I hated the church
I mean uh, the saints'll greet ya with a heart of stone
And I would hate it when the
Preacher went to moan and groan (ah heh!)
See, I'm from the street, and this is how I feel
Phony takes a back seat to a thing that's real
Even though I wasn't wit' it, I continued to roam
'Til the day I made a visit to a place called D.O.M.
The people were great, no I couldn't complain
And I could relate to Pastor Reginald Lane
He was down to earth, all that I wanted and more
So my second birth came in December '94
Now I'm brand new, a hundred eighty degrees
Turn, since He gave you, we have grown like trees
God is so good, settin' this hood free
And cleanin' up an ex-hood that is pastorin' me... see...

I gotta uplift my Master
For sendin' the gift, my Pastor
Yes, and it's a blessin', my Master
That You gave a present, my Pastor
I gotta uplift my Master
For sendin' the gift, my Pastor
Yes, and it's a blessin', my Master
That You gave a present, my Pastor

I love my Pastor, me too, the man's carin'
Someone to see through, he's transparent
And I am so glad for someone godly to follow
My spiritual dad, he's an excellent model
Practicin' what he preaches, even if he would stumble
Strivin' to be like Jesus, always stayin' humble
I'm thankin' you for the Word that you give
I'm thankin' you more for the Word you live
When you're busy, and I need you, you be makin' the time
I'm thinkin', "Is he really stoppin' at the drop of a dime?"
You see I'm never ignored, if I'm in confusion
Then he will show me to the Lord as my only solution
He and his wife, Kelly, got a track record
If you know him, you will tell he is a great shepherd
May of '94 is when I started my days
With this gift and the Lord, so I'm givin' God praise!...'cause...

I gotta uplift my Master
For sendin' the gift, my Pastor
Yes, and it's a blessin', my Master
That You gave a present, my Pastor
I gotta uplift my Master
For sendin' the gift, my Pastor
Yes, and it's a blessin', my Master
That You gave a present, my Pastor

I love my Pastor, so do I, and you know I ain't lyin'
I praise the Most High for this Pastor of mine
Watch him every day, every way form and fashion
And all you can say is "he loves God with a passion"
He also loves God's folk, oh, you don't say
And don't take God for a joke, 'cause he don't play
He'll be the most gentle, or be the hardest
So the Holy Ghost can free all regardless
A hat won't fit some Pastors, their head is so
Big and they sit way up on a pedestal
Lookin' down on the whole body, and like witches
They gotta have control, quite religious
I'm blessed Master, for a gift who's such a lowly
Type of Pastor, who ain't untouchable
Bein' real, that is his turf
He's spiritual, yet still, he's down to earth... that's why...

I gotta uplift my Master
For sendin' the gift, my Pastor
Yes, and it's a blessin', my Master
That You gave a present, my Pastor
I gotta uplift my Master
For sendin' the gift, my Pastor
Yes, and it's a blessin', my Master
That You gave a present, my Pastor
I gotta uplift my Master
For sendin' the gift, my Pastor
Yes, and it's a blessin', my Master
That You gave a present, my Pastor
I gotta uplift my Master
For sendin' the gift, my Pastor
Yes, and it's a blessin', my Master
That You gave a present, my Pastor
I love my Pastor!