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Sunday Morning Christians

by ElizabethSquires

we're all acquainted in one way or another with those some day practicing sisters and brothers upon the church door with bible clasp in the hand they fall into line to the words of scriptures grand one week days these members of the parishioner flock seldom ascribe to the epistles notes of godly stock they damn their neighbors with much hell fire cussing with language that god's kindliness didn't inspire they mock and deride in scorning tones those persons who've no Christianity in their bones yet of the hymn book's praises on Sunday morn they'll be singing these some days Christians oft look somewhat wanting
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Jun 14, 2014
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