(A parenting poem in some jest)
When we're in church and you can't sit nice
And the scripture's about child sacrifice,
I cannot cope.
You should pray when I go to punch your ticket
That the Lord provides a ram in the thicket.
It's your only hope.
Before church, I tamed your wild hair.
We stand for hymns and kneel for prayer.
It's what we do.
Yes, you have to wear church sandals.
Yes, they're going to light the candles.
Now sit in the pew.
4 months ago