Don't weep for me.
For when you do
you waste those tears
in pointless rue.

Don't pray for me.
I don't believe,
and tearful worship
shan't convince me.

If you would waste
your thoughts like that,
let me suggest
an alternate track.

Use your voice
for those in need -
call for donations
to The Giving Tree.

Exert those fingers
and hands as well.
Feed the hungry,
teach children how to spell.

Corporeal acts
of holy mercy
mean more than you
could ever see.

No, it won't save me -
My heathen ways I'll hold.
But the life you save
is more precious than gold.
And that's what's important -
isn't Mercy what Christ told?