(To the tune of "The Raven" by one Edgar Allan Poe, for no good reason at all.)
Once upon a Tuesday dreary, while I walked weak and weary,
I came across a woman I have seen many times before.
She was walking and a-yapping, at a friend who was a-snapping,
Angrily, because the world doesn't recognize Jesus anymore.
"Well we do our part," she said, carefully resuming her post by the store.
O'er the street, her voice did soar.
But there was no one on that street, no ears for her voice to meet.
Only the sound of my two feet, walk, walk, walking past the GAP door.
Without a thought I quickened my pace, hopefully getting to my place
Of employment before she would shout some more.
"JESUS IS LORD." she began to cry, unaware of the lack of passerby,
On this gloomy October morn.
Honestly, I can't imagine why a drab, Tuesday morning would seem like a good time to "reach people." It was just before 10:00 a.m., and there was no one on the street. The bus didn't even stop, because it wasn't carrying any passengers. Still she stood there, repeating "JESUS IS LORD" while weilding a large cross made of two sticks and some scarlet fabric.