Poor Willie

Let me tell you about Willie, a non-Christian friend
How his heckling of my preaching, came to an end
He said if God was real, he'd spit in His face
When Willie was angry, I would always give him space.

There were times I would think that he had no brain
Or at least I thought, he must be partly insane
He would look at the heavens and yell "God strike me dead!"
Because if God did exist, He would do what he said.

One day God graciously answered his prayer
And I have to tell you, that Willie's no longer ...