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I'm not one for religion I believe in what I choose I am not one to comment on Christians, Hindus, Jews Put your faith in something It's not my place to say where But, if it doesn't work the first time Don't just leave it there I believe there is a reason But, I still do not know what Things are not determined Make the best of what you've got I can't explain to someone the things I do not know And I hate religion salesmen On TV selling faith there on their show Having faith is something special It's something I can't quite get Many people talked to me But, I don't get it yet I have been to church to listen And see if I find God But, I leave still feeling empty I feel such a silly sod Mary, Joseph, Angels I can put a face to these But it doesn't give me solace I can't drop to my knees The last time that I went there I sat in back beside a lad And when the service finished He was sitting, rather sad He looked at me and questioned Between some sniffles and some sneezes If I could help him understand About the baby cheeses !!
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Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
Baby Cheeses and Religion
I'm not one for religion I believe in what I choose I am not one to comment on Christians, Hindus, Jews Put your faith in something It's not my place to say where But, if it doesn't work the first time Don't just leave it there I believe there is a reason But, I still do not know what Things are not determined Make the best of what you've got I can't explain to someone the things I do not know And I hate religion salesmen On TV selling faith there on their show Having faith is something special It's something I can't quite get Many people talked to me But, I don't get it yet I have been to church to listen And see if I find God But, I leave still feeling empty I feel such a silly sod Mary, Joseph, Angels I can put a face to these But it doesn't give me solace I can't drop to my knees The last time that I went there I sat in back beside a lad And when the service finished He was sitting, rather sad He looked at me and questioned Between some sniffles and some sneezes If I could help him understand About the baby cheeses !!
roger-turner
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Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
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