The Church Lady

Somewhere just outside of the city
The Church Lady lived alone
In a two room house with a wore out shed
That sat on the side of the road
On Sunday she’d pick out her fine dress
And put her hair in a bow
And go outside to the park bench
Waiting for the bus that would go
To a little old church on the corner
In a town she had always new
She’d sing Alleluia and Just as I am
With the choir that sang out of tune

She’d go back out to the park bench
For the number two bus out of town
She’d lay down beside her an old weathered bible
Where all of her family was found
Along came a stranger and sat down
She didn’t quite know what to say
As he looked into her tired, old eyes,
She turned and she looked his way
She said if you are the great gate keeper
I’m tired and I’m ready to go
As the number two bus rolled past them
A cold wind started to blow
Then he took her by her winkled hand
And walked her down the road
And the Church Lady smiled and said goodbye
To all of the town she had known

For decades she had sat there
Right on the very front row
Singing Alleluia and Just as I am
With the choir that sang out of tune
And the church pew sit’s there empty
And it carries such a heavy load,
But the Church Ladies name was engraved in vain
Out there on the side of a stone