Thursday, December 22, 2016

I find that the Lord works poem by Cassie Kinney

I will listen to the gospel:
"Swing low, sweet chariot",
"I'll Fly Away",
And "Go tell it on the Mountain".
I can't relate to these songs,
But I can pretend,
And I do like the thought of salvation.
I will tolerate almost all of it--
The hyper Christian archetype.
But I'm frankly flabbergasted
When you say:
"The Lord moved my fingers
To Play this Song".
I simply don't believe you, or--
Your Lord works
In mysterious ways for you,
And for me the Lord
Looked at his watch,
Realized he had to go
On a decade long hiatus.

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