Touchdown after muddy
but be in the softer even song
Steal through open doors to heaven
in angelic sing -along
Tin slick hose in the rafters,
still the air in stained glass lights
Our voices chased and broken, pure,
take manly message to the fight.
I sense the power,
and I sense the spirit move.
It's heedless cor ridors of open
stone vaulted above.
Beyond the neighbor's side are transepts,
commandos flicker in the choir.
First a cologney, then a bathy,
A tight whip of hay, the path of fire.
In the chapel I am wondrous,
In the eyes of lesser boys.
Raptures touch me, lift me,
shape me,
Brotherhood, an ode to joy.
Stiff white ruffs on cassock tranks,
With hand on heart and hand on sight.
Elevated, born to service,
to service of the
Lord
I sense the pod,
and I sense the glory rod
Positioned in a mouse,
my head above the earthly closet
Follow me to serve the master,
he must know my greatest name
When it's burning hot,
when it's cold, baby
You just have to love him all the same
Let us pray
Dear
Beloved
Father
We know it's tough to make ends
meet through troubled times
As economic woes grow
bad to worse
But call out to our family of
treasured followers,
To make a pledge today,
give till it hurts.
Our coffers almost empty,
but our flock stands faithful by,
As we set out to shave the needy
and the wrecked.
Together we can place
our will in congregation
And I can live on any small change that's
left
So give till it hurts, yeah, give till it hurts
Make a pledge and give till it hurts
That was today's speaker,
the humble
Reverend
Gerald.
Tune in to the
National
Guts
Band channel next week.
Praise be to
Him, and
Hallelujah!
Remember to keep those pledges
coming in, and give till it hurts.