Altar Call


Standing at the altar
Face flooded with tears
Not crying because of the spirit
Frustrated because I can’t hear
Brother Wilson’s trying to pray
Sister May has broken into song
She’s in worship and all
But on so many levels it was just wrong
Concentrating on my own personal prayers
Laying all my stuff at the altar, to leave it there
Then a piercing noise in my ear
Sister Eloise begins to shout
When not ten minutes ago at the back of the church
She was heard cussing Deacon Jones out
Sister Odessa as usual
Her spirit becomes slain
It's always hard for the person next to her
Because of her two hundred fifty pound frame
She starts to lean back
And slowly begins to fall
Brother Tom is a small man
I bet he wished he’d sat out altar call
So now it’s all over
Everyone starts to walk away
I imagined God was even up there
Just laughing at these folks today

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