This poem examines the perspective of a stereotypical 'faithful faithful' who has his views corrected by a 'Damascus Road' encounter! Enjoy: It was early Sunday morning Streets were lined with fervent faithfuls I was glad to be a part of this 'great' crowd As I walked to our 'holy grounds' I clutched my well-worn bible That I'd read from cover to cover And was sated at the very thought That I knew it -every precept Then it was time to pass that dark place Where prostitutes and con men mingled Ah, the dark path that I had to take To get to church on Sunday! So I raised my nose to walk by In holy indignant anger Past the shady den of devious men And wenches of easy virtue As I walked by on that Sunday I looked by chance into the brothel And there, standing with its motley crew Stood a witty well-tanned Jew With nail-scarred hands he gestured With smiles he oiled strong truths And the brothel madam found her place Right by his bronze-like feet I stopped in shock and wonder To stare in disbelief For was this some tricky genie Was that the man of Galilee? In an hour it was over They were changed inside - forever And though they wore the garb of sinful men They were really now God's children Then to me he called out warmly With a voice of many waters Then the smile died from his fiery eyes And I squirmed like a baited mice I know thy works, he thundered How you sit with men and judge Yet with your little finger, nay You never help another's day They that are whole need no physician For these lost ones I have come And if you truly had my father's heart What a great lover you'd become! But scripture verses you're content to spit While detached from day-to-day reality For time is short; your life must speak And I am coming, really quick! So lay to rest your petty fights Of who is best, or more scripture versed The fields are ready and time is short And only the pure will hear my call ..
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And so I woke up and twas all a dream The bell rang, announcing the start of Sunday service I picked up my bible and put on my robe And off, away to the brothel, I rode...