The Word
I was born in Utah
Not in a state of Sin
but preachers were insistent
Sin was the State I'm in
I lay down exhausted
From hearing what they said
And I thank God Almighty
They can rest assured I'm dead
I know that they will follow me
(After a little more sin)
But Jesus has informed me
Saint Peter won't let them in
Up here the wind is silent
As is the Prince of Peace
And now at last I hear "The Word"
May wonders never cease!
Copyright © Rico Leffanta | Year Posted 2017
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