(this Is Church

(This is Church Heres a seat upfront for you sir The gentlemen said After I followed him down The Roman Road. I stride over a couple next to my chosen seat And find an overzealous believer With his tootsie roll grinding into my shoulder blade While trying to lift my arms in praise To a man that I got peer pressured into loving I start to thumb through The morning announcements that the mid-life Crisis women gave me. She’s the one that stands in the back Behind the bleachers, raises her hand At every service to be another “Amen” at the end Of the Pastor’s prayer, Number on the daily bulletin, Or body in the “I just accepted Christ” line. She fell in love with Jesus to justify her Righteous acts of celibacy It’s OK, I’m a Christian It was in the speakers smile That I was reminded of the homeless man I saw downtown a couple nights ago, Rummaging through the dumpsters of the IRS building in the rain he found a jacket and a rotten half eaten apple his teeth glistened off the yellow street light through the rain that poured down his face. he raised his treasure by the arms with praise to a man he doesn’t even know.