I have a little cross
It's here for all to see;
It dangles from my mirror,
And sets my conscience free.
When I feel the chill
Of a cold December wind,
I focus on my little cross-
Thank God, I'm not like them.
They shiver at the bus stop,
They work low-level jobs;
But I've been blessed with college-
My license lets me rob.
The work I do is legal
So no one can complain-
My little cross reminds me
I need not be ashamed.
My passion is the poor-
I bind them in red tape.
Law partners call it 'counsel;'
But clients call it rape.
I make a filthy fortune
When my friends divorce.
My cross absolves me of my guilt-
I never feel remorse.
If Jesus wore a nicer suit
And drove an S.U.V.,
There'd really be no difference
Between my Christ and me.
The poor will always have their debt;
The rich will always wed.
I'm thankful that they pay me well-
I'd have to sue instead.
So when I leave my office
So very late at night,
And drive to my McMansion
To my children and my wife,
I thank the Lord and praise Him
For my law degree.
I know my little dashboard cross
Will hide my sins from Thee.
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