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Sermons
My pastor shapes his sermons From A to final Z In clear and forthright language, And aims them straight at me.
And when he gets to preaching, I look around to see If there might be another Deserving more than me.
But every soul looks saintly -- Their hearts to Heaven turn -- While I, in my conviction, Can only sit and squirm.
You know, I often wonder, If I should miss a day; Would he, without his target, Have anything to say? Author unknown. If anyone has a proprietary interest in this story please authenticate and I will be happy to credit, or remove, as the circumstances dictate. Thanks to WITandWISDOM(tm) - February 15, 2000 subscribe-wit-wisdom@xc.org |
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The Nugget: Published three times a week, this newsletter features inspirational devotionals and mini-sermons dedicated to drawing mankind closer to each other and to Christ.
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