Papa's Church: Barry Sons

Papa’s Church
 
He seldom attended church.
Oh! how terrible you say,
But as a child there was no Church for him to go to pray.
But he found the Lord.
How you say?
I think I know his secret way.
 
He seldom attended church
How terrible you say.
But I’ve seen the church where He found his way.
 
The floor is of water, slick as glass.
The walls were covered in tall Pea grass.
The back of the church was Umbrellaed in oaks.
A church more fitting for common Folk.
His God, my God dwelt with him there,
His voice in the breeze of the fresh north air.
I shared this joy with him once,
My Papa the sinner; loved God a bunch.
 
Barry Sons
Sept.18, 1978