Photo Finish

Met an atheist

Told me to prove

That God exist

Couldn’t do that

Unless he could in fact

Strap on my Skechers

play catchup with the mustard

Go back and run

The miles I’ve ran

For my race to be won

Unless he could die

In my place and come

Back countless times

Unless the world walked

Out on him, it rained all the time

The sun was in the sky

But never shined

Unless he could find

Himself so deep inside of

A hole with nowhere to go

Then wake up one morning

On the floor, gain some keys

Walk through a door

Into his own home

Soon after my unfaithful friend

Walked away with the

 Picture I had drawn