Helping Mcgee

McGee was late again It seemed like his, 'Whole' life "I promise, to be on time" He said to his new wife The city, was so crowded And at such a hectic pace He drove around the block But there was no parking space So he glimpsed up to the heavens Begging help, from God on high And that he'd give up drinking Go to Mass and never lie If God would grant a parking space So he could park his car McGee would give up all his vice And be a better man by far Then , just then, there appeared An empty parking space It popped up out of nowhere Before McGee's own face McGee glanced at the heavens And said "Thank You Lord Your Grace But it's Ok, Forget it I've just I found me-self a space"