At a church conference the other day
we sang many hymns and had time to pray.
We saw old friends we’d not seen for a while
with some we shared tears, with others a smile.
Then to the motel to be recliners
but our rest was cancelled by some Shriners.
At midnight they were going in full swing
and at three and four was still the same thing.
I looked for one of the Shriners to blame.
His fez was familiar but not his name.
I sat at our meeting on the next day
but I can’t tell you what they had to say.
I kept dozing off and having a dream
in which I planned a sinister scheme
which was not Christian I must admit
but my praying didn’t help me to quit
seeing myself driving my little car
while a couple of bikes went flying far.
But I’ve prayed to God to please forgive me.
The prayer was answered and now I am free.
Next year when making my reservation
I will ask if there’s anticipation
of hosting next year’s Shriners’ convention
at which I’ll change my housing intention.
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