I sat in church the other day
No vicar in his frilly dress
Just the Lord frowning down.
His gilded image on the cross
High above the altar cloth
Tell me, Lord, not from words written in the Bible
How you mean to save me from myself?
I do not stop collecting sins along my way
Nearing my end, I feel their weight
The burden slows my steps.
Tell me, Lord, would the water
From the Jordan wash my sins away?
Is one good deed enough for you to look my way?
To shine your light and say, “My son
Your sins I will take this day.”
No voice was heard inside my head.
I left the church. The heavens opened
In bucket loads, water left the sky
My face I lifted and did not see
The car that swept my life away…