He came into that skanky bar I hang out in, sat next to me, & bought me a drink. Holy & clean, everyone could see he did not belong there. What we couldn't see is that neither did anyone else. This was the news he came to bring. Kept it hidden inside his inside pocket. Brought it out only after we'd talked awhile. Well, I talked. He just listened. Listened like my mother, leaning over my crib, just to listen to me breathe. He seemed that cleanly fascinated with my story...& with me. He came into that skanky bar I hung out in, sat beside me, & shared His time with me. Shared His story with me. Shared his Life with me. Made me an offer I could not refuse.