Church
I would be her doormat
and steeple. Her pew and pulpit.
Rap sermonically with it.
Worshipping all of it
Ad libbing
a little
salvation on the side
Sinning way past Sunday
Hoping one day
I might see heaven
through earthly eyes
I don't even sing but
I'd be on that My, my, my
Now turn to your neighbor
and make it plain
She is praiseworthy
and worthy to be
forgiven for what
we are about
to partake in
Copyright © Ts Lewis | Year Posted 2018
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