The first thing God does when He
Decides to be you for a while is
To straighten up your apartment.
After making your bed, putting clothes away,
Vacuuming, dusting and then vacuuming again
He opens the paper bag that's been sitting
In your living room since Thanksgiving
Removes the baking pan and sets it to soak.
He decides that you're the type of person
Who keeps old bags because they might be useful
Someday so He makes birds under your window
And shakes the crumbs to them before
Carefully folding the bag and putting it
In a pocket of your three-piece corduroy suit
Along with a note that reads "No one
Besides you likes this suit. Get rid of it!"
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