Sitting In Church On a Sunday Morning
As Sodom burned and met its fiery end
An old man called to God for his escape
The pious in their pews do now befriend
A story of rape
Two flowers clung to boughs against the storm
The tree, he left to die on the landscape
We celebrate it now in verse and form
A story of rape
A cave provided darkness he required
The horror of the tale we helped reshape
The truth, we took and burned in the same fire
A story of rape
