Soul Support

Went to the redemption center

to drop off my pile of regrets

The long haired hippie behind the counter

asked me if needed a little help

I insisted I could handle the load myself

As I am the proudly independent type

He seemed a tad put off by my refusal

with a look of profound disappointment

So he gently asked me again if I needed him

“Jesus Christ!” I said, “Please leave me be!”

With that he bowed his head and proclaimed

“Thou knowth who I be and yet ye reject me?”

Then he faded transparent and vanished

and my dark soul filled with white light

The redemption center is now my cathedral

Where I gladly seek the support I once spurned

In our lame little world of woe

We need all the crutches we can find