Treasure Island

Nick Kasparie

(3-30-94 / Quincy, IL.)

If Jesus Were My Pen Pal


If Jesus were my pen pal,
Every letter’d be a prayer
I’d write in pen and cursive
As if He’d actually care
I’ll admit I would be nervous,
Conversing with the Lord
I’d think of many questions,
But none I’d dare to pose
Cause I can hold a letter
Just as easily as most
Any answer’d be concrete
Like a bullet to the head
It wouldn’t be so serious
But my faith would soon be dead
Seeing’s not believing
Though it makes for damn good proof
And proof is not a thing of faith
It’s evidence that man’s aloof
So if He were my pen pal,
I’d say “hello up there!
I thank you for my daily bread”
Then modestly, I’d end my prayer.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 03, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 24, 2013

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I usually don't do anything so directly affiliated with religion, but I found myself writing this last night despite myself.

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