Friday, April 14, 2023

Alien


 

ALIEN



T’wer Sunday morning, I got to church

I wandered in to find my perch

But when I found my usual pew

Imagine what came into view

An alien in my posterial place

Where I did rest my weary base.


Shocked is how I felt that day

A gert big Anglican in my way

So off I stomped, aflame with pride

To find a place where I could hide

Forgiveness, it did not exist

Another name upon my list


The Lord, He came, and had a chat

I felt just like a spoilt brat

It seems that I had made Him sad

By worldly thoughts, cause I was mad

Repenting quickly, I was spared

The King of love, He really cared.


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