fill of church. been going
most of
my life.
i've attended out
of faith,
out of fear,
the choking pressure
of the world,
or an insistent wife.
kneel, sit, stand, rote prayer.
the basket
coming around not
once, but twice.
and in it all
there's
hardly a mention,
barely a word about
the love and saving grace
of Christ.
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