Sat in a pew
First time
In a long time
It didn’t cure
My doubt
But it gave me
Some joy
A joy
I didn’t have
To fake
I let people
Love me
And accept
Their love
With no question
As to why
Or search
For a motive
There’s something
About the old
Country church
Muddy boots
And scuffed Crocs
Where there
Is no pretense
I had to hold my tongue
When I disagreed
With others
I didn’t try
To be
The grammar police
I just let
Them feed me
Food
Say thank you
And let
The Lord
Be the lamp
Onto my feet
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