Hallelujah. I’ll help a saint ascend.
Partner Hinn (he addressed me as “partner”
in his letter) has requested I send
him a grand to help buy an airliner
for his future fleet. Dove One will carry
Ben and his entourage around the globe
to save souls. They’ll swoop up where it’s airy
in his Gulfstream G4SP, his strobe
of grace shining down on all. I can’t climb
aboard, though I’m a warrior with him. He’ll
emboss my name on Dove’s wall, though. In time,
he’ll pray for me. When he preaches, I feel
I’m inside the TV. My body glides.
My poor wife thinks he takes me for a ride.
Roger Armbrust
July 12, 2007
