O YE OF LITTLE FAITH

A preacher thinking that Obama
Was certainly the Antichrist,
Thought he should end this awful trauma
So prayed to God. But, not sufficed,
He argued it was open season
For any with a goodly reason;
Then, rounding up a killing crew,
Went forth to make his prayers come true.
They laid in wait, made their connection-
A bullet right between the eyes.
God bridled… then bid this surprise:
For lo there was a resurrection-
Obama rose, looked round and then
Said, “Praise the Lord. I’m born again.”