With a headache he would wake up
He would wonder where he had been
He remembered being at that tavern
Drinking orange juice spiked with gin
Gin and that devil rum he had drunk
Made his brain go into a fuzzy sleep
He had a job interview next morning
It was an interview he would not keep
No place to call home this cold night
As he stumbled down the dark street
He saw a small church come into view
It was cold and wet as it began to sleet
He fumbled with that heavy doorknob
It opened and what a sight he did see
Jesus was standing there at that altar
He said my son come over here to me
With your wretched life I am not pleased
Believe, that I will take your sins away
Listen and follow my teachings with faith
A home in Heaven shall be yours one day
Today he is the janitor of that little church
His pay there is very little that we all know
Many rewards will be for this humble man
On that day to God's Kingdom he does go
copyright © 2010 By Acie
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