Nine years of Catholic school
And a lifetime of faith.
You'd think I could make time for church
But it's like:

Is it sunday already?
Souldn't I be somewhere else?
Gathered with the other sinners
Giving thanks for forgivness?

I'm getting older
And growing up
In the year of our Lord
2004
And at times it's been
A trial by fire

But in my life of bounty
Laced with heartache
Can't I find an hour to devote
Once a week
To the One who can lay it
All at my feet
Or take it all away

It's 45minutes if the homily is fast
And a shot at redemption
If I'd get up and go
I could take breakfast with my grandparents
If I'd get up in time
For 9:30 service

I could feel the healing
I so desparately crave
If I'd just take the recommended
Sunday dose of Christ

This body, a vessle
For a tarnished soul
A broken heart
And a space reserved
Just for Him

I could finally set sail
If I'd just let Him in
And be confident
I'd never lose my way

So next time he comes knocking
Will I finally let him in?

07/25/2004

Author's Note: Free will makes us arrogant. Marked explicit because i think it is.

Posted on 07/25/2004
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