Hallelujah came to in the confession booth

Infested with infections

And smiling on an abscessed tooth

Running out on residue

And crashing through the vestibule

The crucifixion cruise

She climbed the cross and found she liked the view

And sat reflecting on the resurrection

And dreaming about an old connection

And talking loud over lousy connections

She put her mouth around a difficult question

She said, "Lord, what do you recommend

To a real sweet girl who's made some not-sweet friends?"

"Lord, what would you prescribe

To a real soft girl who's having real hard times?"