Chucleberry Finny Prays
He is my Friend and King.
I bow down to Him
and touch His hemβ
Holy One, Righteous,
Faithful, and True.
I will trust in the Lord.
Hope. Triumph...
π π π
Then He says,
in His holy and mighty voice:
βBoy, get off your feetβ
and go pick dem apples!β
Firm, but more than fair.

