Gods by Countee Cullen
And put my penny in,
But God's not fooled by such slight tricks,
And I'm not saved from sin.
I cannot hide from Him the gods
That revel in my heart,
Nor can I find an easy word
To tell them to depart:
God's alabaster turrets gleam
Too high for me to win,
Unless He turns His face and lets
Me bring my own gods in.