So you got picked last? So what?
Go stand out in centerfield and look up
At the hawks flying over your head
And wonder about mustard on
A hot pastrami sandwich
Which is better,
Yellow or Dijon?
The heresy hunters have you
In their sights, dead to rights
You’re a danger to Doctrine
You’re words are not necessary to this conversation
“That’ll never play on Christian radio”
Rings in your ears
You love God
But you don’t trust the debate
Between Calvinists and Arminians
You suspect there are other options
But you can’t be sure
So instead of retreating into institutional
Enclaves you walk out into the sunshine
Deep center against the chain link fence
And pick a few daises and look at your mom
Sitting in the stands
Waving spastically at you
Screaming your name
Trying to get your attention
Cuz there’s a fly ball headed directly your way
But you don’t notice
Because you’re too busy wrestling with God
Over this whole thing about atonement theory
And you’re only 10 years old just wait until
You hear about eternal conscious torment
Anyway, what rhymes with “never fail”?