SUNDAY AFTERNOON

SUNDAY AFTERNOON

Written by: Barry P. Foley
Original Idea 30 Sep 2012 Finished © 6 Jun 2020

Lying in the county home, on a Sunday afternoon
An old man was breathing hard, it would all be over soon
The preacher making his rounds, checking on his sheep
Watching over his flock, praying for the sick and weak

The nurse came in, took the preacher off to the side
As she gave him the news, he lowered his head & sighed
Pulled out a worn bible, from a pouch that’s seen better years
Began reading the scripture, out loud for all to hear

With a blessed bottle of oil, he tended to the dying man
He kept repeating scripture, about peace in the Promised Land
Then the preacher got quiet, still sanding by the bed
When he saw the old man in the corner, had been listening to what was said

Then the fellar spoke, "What about me, padre?"
If you gonna tell me about forgiveness
Best bring some of that oil over my way
I know my times a’coming I think it’s my turn now
Heaven sounds like the place to go, I just don’t know how