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That Settled ItOne time Mama made me, a homemade soccer ballby sewing up some t-shirts, inside her old shawlSundays I'd play fetch with, our big farm dogand Dad'd hafta drag me, to the First Church of Godcos I was young and prideful, and unless my eyes had proofhow could I know heaven, was the cold hard truthwhen I'd say I didn't, feel like goin' to churchDad gave no fancy reasons, he'd just read a verseand that settled itnothing more needed to be saidjust the proverbs and prophetsand the words of Jesus in redhe'd read it slowlythat's all it tookthen look me in the eyeclose the Good Bookand that settled itDad useta let that farmdog, chase new chicadeesMama'd scold my father, till his ears were fricaseedbut it's hands with sugar, not a sturdy barnthat makes a man's horses, faithful to his farmand it's a husband's kindness, not a hurtful handthat makes a woman, always love her manso whenever they'd argue, he always made up with Momby kissing her on the backporch, and reading her the Psalmscos that settled itnothing more needed to be saidjust the proverbs and prophetsand the words of Jesus in redhe'd read it slowlythat's all it tookthen look her in the eyeclose the Good Bookand that settled itDad was sure of it, Mom knew she was sickwhen she sewed that pillowcaseshe stuffed buckwheat inside, sealed it up tightfor a soft resting placeit could've been so easy, as the laid her downto think the coldest hardest, truth was the groundbut faith's a heart that touches, what eyes say isn't thereso Dad read the scripture, 'bout meeting God in the airand that settled itnothing more needed to be saidjust the proverbs and prophetsand the words of Jesus in redhe read it slowly that's all it tookthen looked up in the eyeclosed the Good Bookand that settled it(c)2005 Robert George