The Off'ring

by

Hardy Parkerson

The pews were filled To hear the choir
Which sang "Amazing Grace."
They'd come for morning worship hour;
Each one was in his place.

A wino sat on the back pew,
As tears streamed down his face;
The words he heard to him were new,
As they sang "Amazing Grace."

He felt the sin that he'd brought in,
It's burden pulled him down;
He longed to hear that song again;
O how he loved its sound!

His clothes were dirty, and he smelled
Of cigarettes and booze;
The preacher asked the ushers
If they'd have that man removed.

He offered no resistance,
As he quickly left that day;
You could have hear a pin drop,
As he scurried on his way.

The saints sat stunned and stolid:
Such a shock with little warning;
When the preacher rose to take the off'ring
That fateful Sunday morning.

"All things are thine..." the preacher said,
"You can't outgive the Lord;
So let us give, as we feel led;
And then I'll preach the Word.

They took the off'ring, filled the pan,
And the Head of Deacons rose;
And told the Ushers to find the man
Who'd worn the dirty clothes.

And so they went and found him:
This wretched, homeless knave;
And put on him the preacher's robe,
And to him the off'ring gave.

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from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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