Dear Benny Hinn,
I know it all started with tongues of fire,
like so much laundry.
back from that free coin laundry in the sky?
about her permanent vacation?
Anyway, I wanted to let you know it's okay.
At your conference, thirty-eight people
fell on our left, a hundred on our right.
They were like the dry ground, an arrowed
path, and the rest of the crowd, the Red Sea.
You were like Moses standing in the gap,
and we-- We were just flags among the fallen.
I'm not worried about it anymore--
I've been told, "The Spirit is all over us."
Besides, you didn't fall down either.
I mean what would happen if
every time God showed up
we all needed a nap? Some of us
have got to keep our sea legs and
pull the sails up.
I'm writing to let you know, not to
worry. When you finally
lay down to rest under a beautiful
We're the next generation--
and some of us are