Big Top

The preacher held the spirit ransom,
begging for some Simon-sorcerer
to foot the bill for Pentecost
(SUVs and planned communities)

Lord, may your spirit move among the multitude,
picking pockets and robbing us at gunpoint.

By and By

When Jesus comes a-calling,

I'll be standing in the threshold,
arms crossed, awaiting Him to notice me

(but, Lord, You never notice me)