Jesus Saves in neon lights
Leave a dollar at the door
Every contribution helps
Counting it never a chore.
The minister needs
Food on the table
After all his hard work
Sermons make you thirsty
Workers dig
The dirt.
At close the neon
Flickers and dies
An eyelash upon a wish
Return home to
The family
The Bible now to kiss.
Mother was right
A noble profession
That provides
Day after day
Bankable and secure
In Gods work we pray.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: August 10th, 2025 01:33
- Comment from author about the poem: THERE ARE MANY WHO BENEFIT FROM RELIGION
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