| On Sundays, the preacher gives everyone a chance | |
| to repent their sins. Miss Edna makes me go | |
| to church. She wears a bright hat | |
| I wear my suit. Babies dress in lace. | |
| Girls my age, some pretty, some not so | 5 |
| pretty. Old ladies and men nodding. | |
| Miss Edna every now and then throwing her hand | |
| in the air. Saying Yes, Lord and Preach! | |
| I sneak a pen from my back pocket, | |
| bend down low like I dropped something. | 10 |
| The chorus marches up behind the preacher | |
| clapping and humming and getting ready to sing. | |
| I write the word HOPE on my hand. | |
