Lured in, I don't know how, but
Religiously each Sabbath on my own I
In the back pew awaite my
Spiritual food to nourish my appetite.

As his child I yearn for his mirthful and honest
Nutrients to fill my tarnished devout spirit
In earnest to strengthen the bond.

Is this meal binding enough or easily decomposed?
Inner-conflict; tussling to drink from the purified waters of the river
So that,

The foliage of my branches may flourish and, 
I not walk in the way of sinners 
or in the counsel of the wicked

Taking the leap of faith; saved I have become
While my feet still drag trailing the earthy dirt.

Voraciously I will feast from the word expecting
My spiritual meal will satisfy my burning hunger to
Follow the righteous for the ways of the worldly
Is loathed by thee

In his name I pray: AMEN!