There’s poetry in the church.
“Leaning on Jesus,
Leaning on Jesus.
Leaning on the everlasting arms.”

The fat lady sings, “Life is a few days of trouble,
The wise man once said....
The only real peace that I have,
Dear Lord, is in you.”

Her voice is beautiful: a gift from God.
The evangelist closes his eyes, looks to Heaven.
He looks real, not phony;
At least he looks that way.

“Luke Chapter 3, verse 15.
The love of my life,” he says.
He tells of Mickey Rooney, who said,
“I have found the love of my life in Jesus Christ.”

I’ve just gotta do it!
I’ve just gotta do it!
For me, for Justice!
Justice is not law; law follows Justice.

I’ve gotta do better, Lord!
The church is filled with old people, very old;
And one young boy with his tennis shoes
On the back of of the pew.

The flags are there:
Old Glory and the Christian Flag.
There’s a good-lookin’ red-head
Flanked on each side by a child.

The preacher’s mad at T.G.I.F.
And Poppin’ the Top.
“Just lookin; for the fire of God!” he says.
“Latch-key kids!

“Don’t get too close to the fire!” he says.
“But some get too close.
Immorality, incest and perversion!
And changin’ their bodies!” the preacher says.

“Rummagin’ through the fire,
Standin’ before the ashes;
And goin’ to the morgue
To view the body.”

“The Spirit of the Lord is upon me!”
The man told the President.
Who was that man?
“Beauty for ashes; drunkenness, drug-addicts and whores.”

Makin’ a brand-new life. 
“Lord, prepare me a sanctuary,
Pure and holy, tried and true....
Now all please bow your heads!”

-h.p.

[Nobody ever said this was good poetry.
Poetry means different things to different
people.  Some would throw the 23rd Psalm
in the trash as being bad poetry.  “And
can it be...?”

http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/a/c/acanitbe.htm

]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9xXd-9575M&feature;=related]

http://www.wrensworld.com/swtplighthouse.htm