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Alien by mike bullock T’wer Sunday morning, I got to church I wandered in to find my perch But when I found my usual pew Imagine what came into view An alien in my posterial place Where I did rest my weary base. Shocked is how I felt that day A gert big Anglican in my way So off I stomped, aflame with pride To find a place where I could hide Forgiveness, it did not exist Another name upon my list The Lord, He came, and had a chat I felt just like a spoilt brat It seems that I had made Him sad By worldly thoughts, cause I was mad Repenting quickly, I was spared The King of love, He really cared. |
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