Divine Favor
The man cursed like a sailor
But when he went to church
His demeanor was different
Though piety besmirched
The whispers of hypocrisy
He humbly endured
And prayed “Please God forgive me,”
“Though unworthy of your word.”
The refined patrons snickered
Casting jibes behind his back
Yet soon after he left
The lightning hit the chapel--Crack!
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