Church Lot
I came for prayer
I left my money there
My soul to bear
I swear
They sang so high
To something higher
In this house not one denier
One sale, everyone a buyer
But in a car across the street
Between the steering and the seat
In a dirty, rumbled heap
She awakens from her sleep
Many scratch-offs line the dash
None for treasure, all for trash
Through the window crack I slip some cash
And I leave fast
She drove away behind a cloud so gray
She saw the people who came to pray
She didn’t want to be in their way
She drove away.
To a crucified Jesus they knelt with pride
And put all their daily troubles aside
In a room holy and beautified
Safe from whatever sleeps outside.
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