Gregory's youngest

what a pastor it was
like the purest of sage's words
that an audience may know the posture of a hope that looms

like in the backseat when Gregory saved us
  through the window with a wave to strangers, as I came to lose
            a long history of foolish and bitter trade

thanks for waving to my little brother
 when all that time can say is we were younger
thank you for answering a prayer or two

thank you for demonstrating where god’s plans are laid - throughout all of the milky ways
like in returning the peace signs my brother waved
 from the back of our chevrolet
who'd have thought that such games as our backseat play
  would expose every richness i claim (a bridge to fame)
and so i thank you again
and may boast of the ways
that a smile has remained in place

what this pastor said first
 that has still to amaze us
is that history paves our options
to win or lose
and will celebrate us
divine in our own grace
or shall mark us as creatures
who were drowning in their crimes of faith

here in the modern day
alive, but not unscathed
highest praise to any saints who wave
be they as young as when this Gregory started
or old as days -
they saved
a soul from waste

saved my soul from waste (the waste of hate)