as tomorrow's sun dances across the sky
blitzing through the clouds and on the fly
on the bus is where i'll be
en route to church by seven thirty
decked in a jacket to fend the morning chill
i squirm in my seat to get a comfy rest
but only in my space am i to fill
yet also space for my bags that is the test
i alight before i nod off
sleepily i wonder where i got off
here's adam road you're going to church
illegally across the road i begin to surge
an hour later i'm on the bus again
travelling across the northern causeway
and as i try to alleviate my back pain
we're at sofitel to start church camp's very first day
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