Sinners pack pews on Sunday, solely iseeking salvation
Reading the good news, from Genesis through Revelation
Froze for 40 winters, in reverent anticipation
For blessings earned whenever opportunity meets preparation
No longer debating with non-believers, constantly wasting
Their breath and my time, so I’m seeking new destinations
No sprinting in this life-long marathon for information
History is cyclical, its imperative that we better understand, exactly what we are facing!
And that, we don’t get trapped, on these digital social media plantations
Learning from our mistakes
So when milk spills, and eggs break
Our recipes remains eclectic, with nothing but perfection on our plates
Food for the spirit, wine to sip, and bread to break
This reunion is a communion, rejoice for heaven’s sake!
As our time expires and we reflect on our life and choices
One day, our angels and ancestors, will finally hear our voices!