"The Parking Joke"
A joke goes ’round these days about
Request to God for parking route,
No parking space – “So help me, God –
Oh never mind, there’s one” – how odd.That came to me as we all watched
Their call to bar – stood – no-one talked;
So sixty men and women said
Two-language verse, a lady read.’Cept at the end, “So help me, God” –
Few voices prayed there on the sod;
I doubt they knew of Kingdom-layer
Which might affect such gracious prayer.So what we heard, or me at least,
Was “I can do this much – I’ll reach
Full stature on my own accord;
I don’t need help from You, O Lord”.Two hundredth year from Waterloo –
They came and did what young ’uns do –
Made vows to Queen, and two to task –
So strength-assured – no need to ask.So God – (What God?) Send grace – (What grace?)
Upon these folk within that place;
Forgive our child-like innocence,
And coming parking’s circumstance.Thanks Lord for this.
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