When the sky cracked it rained for days.
Papa cried while Mama prayed.
She said in time it would be OK.
Every sin would just wash away.
A stranger rowed out above the mud,
she prayed for rain all despite the flood.
And Mama cried, "Well, she's one of us!"
So we, blinded, laid down our trust.
Hallelujah.
She will save us.
When the rush of the tide gave way
to foundations stripped bare and gray
Mama sighed, "it'll be OK.
Every sin has been washed away."
