Your words are indisputable,
Verging on constitutional.
Boisterous and immutable,
Quoting the base institutional.
You’ve got them falling, and flailing,
From words that you’re saying,
While you’re on your knees praying,
The congregation croons, swaying.
A hymn vocalizes.
As the throng lifts their voice
The din faithfully rises,
For they’ve made their choice.
Steadfast in commitment,
The devoted won’t stagger.
The most formidable predicament
Could not make them scatter.
You’re a breathtaking success.
Your sermonizing: inspired,
And performed with finesse,
Never supine nor tired.
(I’m proud of you Mom,
For what you’ve become.
You’re superior, solidly strong,
I should have told you all along.)
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