Through a prayer,
I saw your face,
And that was rather funny,
Cause a religious man,
I am not,
I don't believe in the holy beast.

I heard your name,
In a long sung Hymn,
It sounded rather sweet.
But that is odd,
Cause my sweet lord,
A Psalm I can't perceive.

The holy wine,
Caused me to dial,
You at your hour of sleep.
But then again,
It's the strangest thing,
Because only tea's what I fancy.

The lord speaks,
To me in tongues,
About your great beauty.
And the strangest bit,
Is God's my trick,
My favorite devilish feat.