The Yankee catcher once pointedly quipped,
“It’s so crowded no one goes anymore.”
You tried to go home once, but couldn’t slip
Past all the pressing crowd; neither could four
Men bearing their precious burden: sin-sore,
Immobile brother seeking grace-release.
They dug a hole, unroofed the roof—new door!—
And heard the Savior say, “Go now in peace!
My door and roof open, come often as you please!”