Sleep Walking In Church
Growing up consisted of Sunday morning worship
I don’t mean no disrespect it made me a better grown up
It also led to funny tales that I’m about to share
Things that really happened. They’re all true I swear.
My little brother Jerry, the youngest of us three.
Every Sunday morning would lean on mom and go to sleep.
It never bothered mom and the Preacher didn’t care
So Jerry would catch 40 winks during music, worship and prayer
Well finally it happened. That day we’d waited for.
The day we knew was coming. The day Jerry took the floor
As we sang Just As I Am Jerry walked down the isle
He was walking in his sleep, It made the preacher smile
A friend just a few rows down pulled him into his pew
He could see by Jerry’s look and knew what he must do.
Everyone enjoyed a laugh and soon will not forget
That little red haired boy sleep walking to the pulpit
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