Roof would fall if I enter there
Those inside should beware
The wall would simply groan
Until from there I have flown

I have no right to be in there
As flawed as me, I do not dare
They all are so squeaky, clean
So cleaner than I, they all gleam

I have no desire to be in there
Those inside just do not care
They have plans and special days
But give not a care about my ways

Why should I even go in there
The message I just do not care
I am the King upon my throne
To no one will I ever loan

Why at all do we what people there?
To pad the seats, or collect a fare?
Or to tell truth, to let God act
to let God solve, what we all lack?

Wesley Hague