The Day I Died in Morning Service

Up very high;
Lights really bright.
He passed me gum
On the balcony.

It was ten past noon,
I really worried,
Would we all make it
Before the lunch crowd
To that small Pizza Hut?

I am not quite sure when,
But it seems I dozed off.
I tried to stay awake.
It was the polite thing,
But this exact sermon;
Will the pastor find an end?

Slowly I slipped from the pew.
Oblivious to all else
I stumbled three stories down.
I made like a frog and croaked.
At that moment my heart stopped,
My lungs quit on me also.
Is this the way I will die?

The pastor tried to calm.
Everybody shouted.
It was an old deacon
With the intuition
To call the ambulance.
Would they be in time?

Dead on arrival.
A Christian surgeon;
Utensil in hand.
He prayed out to God:
"Can you raise him?"

God did just that.
This I have learned:
Church is God's home,
So listen!

This poem is based on Acts 20:7-12. I wrote it some time during 2002. Suffice to say, my style of poetry changed significantly since I wrote this, but I still find it comical to read.