Learned Men

Learned men I hear them preach

At the pulpit of the Lord,

Where from the back seat out of reach,

These questions I can ill afford.

 

For if it was I ever needed

This faith of mine to be strong,

Sitting here almost defeated,

These learned men best not be wrong.

 

Matter of fact I am praying

From my skeptic's seat in the back,

And I cling to what they're saying,

For me it is a brand new tack.

 

A forgiving Lord I hear them say,

These learned men of fine repute,

And so it is I kneel and pray

As if at last I might commute.

 

These learned men they must be right

And all my hopes on them I pin;

My faith at last I've seen the light,

Now the lotto I must surely win.