“I’ve got a seat next to Jesus”
“Lord I do”
“Lord I do”
“I’ve got a home in God’s city”
“Lord I do”
“Lord I do”
“In Jesus name”
“I’ve got a prayer in my back pocket”
“Lord I do”
“Lord I do”
“I’ve got a home in God’s city”
“Yes I do”
“Lord I do”
“In Jesus name”
“How are you doing on this fine afternoon?”
He asked
Breaking his song.
He sat in a white plastic patio chair
Set up on the sidewalk
In front of the retirement home.
He leaned forward on his walker
While he waited for my response.
“A lot better now that I’ve heard you singing..."
"You’ve got a strong voice.”
"You’ve got a strong voice.”
I replied.
“Well, hang around then. Can you spare a few?”
“I can. I’d be happy to.”
“I’m a sinner, but I think I can handle the chorus.”
He laughed.
“All right then. You’ll do fine.”
He smiled yellow teeth
As I stood next to him.
“I’ve got a ticket for that glory train”
I’m not a singer.
I'm a sinner.
I'm a sinner.
But the words
Came out of my mouth.
“Lord I do”
“Lord I do”
His voice was more powerful than mine.
Courageous.
Courageous.
But I think I sounded pretty damn good.
“I’ve got a home in God’s city”
“Lord I do”
“Lord I do”
“In Jesus name”
