To: Tennessee_Bob; Sally'sConcerns; StarCMC
The drinking of beer is not a necessary sacrament, which is a good thing, because I have to yield to the realities of my drinking problem.
I keep running out of beer...
Actually, it goes more along these lines...
My Frequent Prayer
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My eyes are stained glass windows,
Gods light shines to my soul.
With every breath I take,
I thank God for my role.
I have a part to play, you see.
With loneliness around.
For every only child I know,
A brother he has found.
Theres music in the world, I hear,
A drumbeat booms within my chest.
Im mindful that God wrote the score,
With every drummers rest.
And flutes there are, and fifes so sweet,
That glide across the day.
The feathered players know the tunes,
And never ask for pay.
My friends go by, theyre off to church,
And pray that I will follow.
But water becomes wine to me,
A sacrament to swallow,
And every crust of bread, to me,
Is sacred to behold,
And every coin that comes to me,
I feel is made of gold.
Im thankful for each breath I take,
With every word I say,
I just wish folks could understand,
That this is how I pray.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . 18 January 2004
127 posted on
09/19/2005 8:24:57 AM PDT by
NicknamedBob
(I am impervious to insult, being extraordinarily dense, rather like Superman.)
To: NicknamedBob
ROFLOL!!!! You are too talented.
134 posted on
09/19/2005 9:45:26 AM PDT by
StarCMC
(Old Sarge is my hero...doing it right in Iraq! Vaya con Dios, Sarge.)
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