A minister passing through his church
In the middle of the day,
Decided to pause by the altar
And see who had come to pray.

Just then the back door opened,
A man came down the aisle,
The minister frowned as he saw
The man hadn’t shaved in a while.

His shirt was kind a shabby
And his coat was worn and frayed,

The man knelt, he bowed his head,

Then rose and walked away.

In the days that followed,
Each noon time, this chap came.
Each time he knelt just for a moment,
A lunch pail in his lap.

Well, the minister’s suspicions grew,
With robbery a main fear,
He decided to stop the man and ask him,
’What are you doing here?’

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