The Preacher Preached

The preacher preached his bit of salvation,

And, “Come to Jesus, be saved.”

He declared my dad would have liked that,

But-he was wrong.

My dad didn’t hold any stock,

In all that Hellfire, and damnation stuff.

My father would have liked him,

To quote the Ten Commandments,

Or perhaps the Golden Rule,

And speak of folks doing right by one another,

As they walked the paths of their every-day lives.

But the preacher had to do it, I guess,

After all, he was a Baptist!

But as for me, I didn’t need it,

For I saw God in that church that day,

In the people who spoke of the decency and good,

Of the man they laid to rest.