ALIEN

T’wer Sunday morning, I got to church
I wandered in to find my perch
    But when I found my usual pew
    Imagine what came into view
    An alien in my posterial place
    Where I did rest my weary base.

    Shocked is how I felt that day
    A gert big Anglican in my way
    So off I stomped, aflame with pride
    To find a place where I could hide
    Forgiveness, it did not exist
    Another name upon my list

    The Lord, He came, and had a chat
    I felt just like a spoilt brat
    It seems that I had made Him sad
    By worldly thoughts, cause I was mad
Repenting quickly, I was spared
The King of love, He really cared.