Goliath Goes To Church
Who’s that hulk
In the front row
He doesn’t belong
Out of place here.
I can tell them
From the back
Don’t you know
They come and go?
His head is down
His shame circles round
It’s a long way back
For a guy like that
He’s lived in hell
For what he’s done
He’s hard to forgive
Let alone come here to live
We’d like to help
But don’t know how
He dared step in
We thought we’d
Never see him again
He made headlines
With his crimes
Now he is here
Expecting us to forget?
Our hymns begin to
Clang in his presence
Not covering our feelings
Our prayer hits the ceiling
Is there hope for
Such as Goliath
Daring to sit in the front row
With head attached
Stone marks gone
Could Jesus ever
Save him?
Or like us does
He wave him
To hell
What would Jesus do
With a brute like him?
Give him a cup of water?
Look into his crazed eye?
Or burn a hole in his soul?
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Nor was he pretty
Poem 43
Yet does not slam us
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Bleed forth into