Confessions of a Liberal Puritan

The first two installments of "The Adventures of RevD and the HarleyMan" (from Monday and Wednesday):

On a quiet Sunday morning, in a wild and lonely place,
I found myself quite stranded on the road.
With very little warning, and not a bit of grace,
My trusty car had died near no abode.

Desperately I pleaded, with wide eyes and worried brow,
For some kind soul to help me on my way.
And I got just what I needed (as I fully realize now)
When "the HarleyMan" roared up and saved my day.

HarleyMan, O HarleyMan, in leather cool and black.
HarleyMan, O HarleyMan, like Shane won't you come back?

He'd take no coin or payment for bringing me to church,
Saying merely, "That's the way that I was raised!"
So I gave back his leather raiment, which he'd lent me in the lurch,
And he took my card and rode off, ducking praise.

Now when I see a Harley, on street or broad highway,
I get a funny feeling in my heart.
Like Scrooge with Jacob Marley, if the biker's going my way,
I pray another adventure's soon to start.

HarleyMan, O HarleyMan, in leather cool and black.
HarleyMan, O HarleyMan, like Shane won't you come back?

And today's installment:

Then one Sunday in September, when the cock had barely crowed,
The Man in Leather showed up at my door.
He said, "If you remember, I'm the guy with whom you rode
On a machine more powerful than you'd felt before.

"You said you'd gladly aid me, if our paths should ever cross,
And RevD, I need your help to save the day."
So, I did just as he bade me (though somewhat at a loss),
And climbed up on his Harley, sans delay.

HarleyMan, O HarleyMan, in leather cool and black.
HarleyMan, O HarleyMan, I'm glad that you came back!

Above his engine's roaring, the HarleyMan filled me in
On why he needed help from such as me.
I found it far from boring, for it dealt with lust and sin,
Which just so happened to be my cup of tea.

A secret agency had told him to get the lowdown on a cult,
With a bleached-blonde biker preacher at its head.
My arms longed to enfold him (after all, we're both adult!),
But instead I swore to follow where he led.

HarleyMan, O HarleyMan, in leather cool and black.
HarleyMan, O HarleyMan, won't you cut this Rev some slack?

[To Be Continued. Thanks to missmurchison for inspiring this current adventure -- by the way, I'm thinking of having a blue biker chick show up as the cult's object of worship, or is that too much? -- but I'm always open to further suggestions for adventures in this couple's future.]