who looks like Donald Trump
In front of me in the communion line
I know that I'm supposed to keep
But his hair looks like a helmet of gold
Glued on by a three year old
so I can't help wondering
Catholic school, second grade
The time for first communion came
Sam led the way to formal line down front
Sam stuck his tongue out for the bread
He took mine in my hand instead
We both hesitated when they said
One night me and my teenage son
We're reading a book that
Helpful tips for growing up
Well, that's what it was supposed to be
The author said in Chapter 2
That believing in God isn't hard to do
The son said, Dad, that isn't true
Now I walk up front, I kneel down
Every Sunday morning I'm in town
It might be out of habit now
But I bring the doubts that haunt my mind
The questions in these songs I write
And somehow in the bread and wine
