The 3 Keys Or a Good Friday Matter Created Miracle

0 M ? Share your poem with your friends - click to copy your poem ? ? Frank Sobolews Follow The three keys [ edit ] His name was jimmy dean He was the crack rock fiend He sat right down between His love for the rock and the unseen Oh well, Jimmy dean I needed to lose everything To start this new beginning And find joy in scarcity That will surely impress him So he drove the road undriven Wanted no dollar No change Give it all away Been crying in this sleep As it is not all what it seems And then there was jimmmy dean He approached, As if meeting a prophet, The only one who got it, And said simply, I got 3 keys in my pocket for a reason And I saw why Allow me to clarify, One for the Father, One For the Son, and one for the holy Spirit The spirit of god Lifted the holy fog And it came from me It unrolled right out of my sleeve This sight familiar, But never been seen My arm dispensed US currency it was the 10 bucks I did not need My kingdom to thee To Mr. Jimmy dean The crack rock fiend I mumbled through a beaten breath, It's yours I will take none And like me, That man was sick and diseased And so he turned to me and said, Twenty bucks all I need I handed it over He say back in five Returned to sit on some steps, Looked into my eyes Shield me he said, So I took a step to the right And he took a hit Then I realized, That day I appeared to the despised I be his king, no otherwise It seems to me Set the coke dealers free Hehe ©