My sister made my lunch today,
at school I sat and ate away
at the macaroni and sauce on my plate-
but wait! What's this! Cheese have I here!
I will still eat it lest hunger be clear.
As I moved from class to class,
my bowels churned - and, alas,
an awkwardness settled about me.
In earnest and humble plea,
those around me left my company
to flee to whence their noses could live free.
"Burning rubber" said one of the smell.
"Nay," said another, "but I can tell
an egg has rotten on this very spot."
But the first nor the second, it was not.
You see, cheese in the stomach of a vegan does not end well at all.
For today many died, yes, many did fall.
No more will they be,
because I, a vegan, was served cheese.
I sat very still in the pew at Church, singing my special music song through again in my head. I felt anticipation creeping upon me as I assumed that I would go up there and fumble awkwardly through the piece as I've done on many occasions. Once children story ended and the offering was collected, Lloyd, the head elder, stepped up to the microphone and summoned me to the front. My accompanist took her place at the piano and eased herself into the intro of "Come Ye Sinners". I sang it just as I head rehearsed. Surprisingly, no nervousness caused my voice to quaver and no anxiousness gnawed at my stomach. My stage-fright is nearly non-existent! I actually enjoyed myself as I sang the heart-wrenching song at the pulpit. I felt the pang of repentance as I belted out the words with closed eyes and a creased face. Christ has welcomed me into His arms - even me, a sinner.
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