The Catholics want to convert me
But I’m happy to be as I am
I worship the cat
As she sits on the mat….
Looking at next door’s spring lamb.
Then it was Mormons so gracious
I can hardly believe they are real…
I tell them I pray
As I go through the day
Depending on how real I feel.
The Methodists put through a leaflet
The Baptists rang on the bell
I said, I don’t believe in
God,Satan or original sin..
And all that they did was say,Hell!
Jews don’t try to convert me,
Nor mention that fiery, red bush.
I like the still, small, voice
If I am given a choice..
And off to the psalms I shall rush.