Presalvation

The crowd’s presence is not ordinary Something must be amiss I do not want to be late for evening service But a quick look wouldn’t hurt I crossed over to the other side Who am I seeing? John! My neighbour’s son! The sound of the blows On the poor boy was drowned In the shouts of “thief”, “olè” Emotions moved me to plead On his behalf Instincts won the argument “Oh, look at the time, I’m gonna be late!” Adjusting my Bible under my arm I headed hurriedly to Bible Study.