At One With, a Pillow and a Blanket

At One With a Blanket and a Pillow
By Jeph Preece

I slept in on Sunday again.
It’s been about a year or two.
God tells me to rest on the seventh day…
so why do I feel guilty when I do.

I’ll blame it on my blanket.
I’ll blame it on my pillow.
I’ll blame it on my mattress
for being more comfortable
than the pew.
So God, if you’re listening to me now
Just know that I’m on my way.
It may take me longer than Peter or Paul
but I’ll make it back to you someday.

I finally got out of bed around three
to eat some Cheerios and toast.
I didn’t have jam to spread
or fruit to cut,
it’s not the sacrament
but its close.

I went running to the toilet,
barely made it in time,
for my ass to confess
the sins of the prodigal life.

So God, if you’re listening to me now
Just know that I’m on my way.
It may take me longer than Peter or Paul
but I’ll make it back to you someday.