Come Meet Mary

Eyes turned sharply, as she walked inside, looking so timid, she was about to cry. Short leather skirt, stacked heels of red, one lady got up, and this is what she said. Welcome my child, we've been waiting for you, follow me, we'll sit on the front pew. Where are you from, sure hope you like this town, you could have heard a pin drop, no one was making a sound. Then the minister, walked down the aisle, put his hand on the shoulder, of this poor lost child. He turned to the people, that he saw every week, as he wiped a tear, from his rosy red cheek. Come meet Mary, she comes from downtown, I met her at a shelter, still no one made a sound. He gave Mary a robe, and handed her a mike, and told them get ready, this, you're going to like. The voice of an Angel, no music at all, a glow all around her, that everyone saw. She found a new family, actually, a new way of life, and every Sunday, she sings to her Savior , and smiles.