I believe in God 100 percent
by Hezekiah Allen
Taylor
but when my mother asks me
I always tell her I have doubts
so she'll feel useful
she wants nothing more to save my soul
and the idea that it doesn't need saving
makes her feel unloved
and I don't want my momma to feel unloved
so I question Jacob's treatment of Esau
I poo-poo David's Goliath triumph
by trumpeting Bathsheba
I rib my mother with thoughts that scare her:
that Jesus was probably dark-skinned
that--to be a Jewish religious leader--
he was probably married
that I couldn't possibly see a 33-year-old virgin
willing to go to the cross without tasting the apple
just a nibble
just a small bit
it only takes a bit of flavor
to make her happy
Francine's Version
-- Hezekiah's Version -- Inspiration
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