I Guess God Comes Cheap
I Guess God Comes Cheap
I saw His portrait at a sale down the road.
Held up by a tree and a nail.
I bought God for $3.95. Having a 5, I paid a little extra.
Paid more for God.
I wanted Him and hung Him up.
I saw Him again at the .99 store
on a wire hook by the Ivory soap.
Jesus Soap On a Rope
I laughed out loud, Wash Away Your Sins With Jesus.
Washing soles, washing souls
I bought 12.
12 disciples to give, bearing Christmas gifts.
I saw Him a third time
with a blind man on the street.
He was selling pencils with Jesus’ face in neon green.
He had a card attached
teaching you how to read when you can’t see.
He wanted 4 bucks. Gathering change from pockets, I only had 3.
I asked him for a break.
Looking with his visionless eyes
he said, “Son, there’s no bargaining with God”
Embarrassed, I shrugged, turned away from him, from them.
He touched my shoulder, “For you, it’s free. He paid the price.”
I didn’t want to take it. I hadn’t paid.
I walked away, feeling the cool of my silver coins dropping into my pocket.
Not able to let go of my Day-glow Jesus.
Copyright © Heather Browne | Year Posted 2014
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