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Friday Prayer Corner Hymn 43

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    Friday Prayer Corner Hymn 43

    Our Father High in Heaven

    Smile down upon your son

    Whose busy with his money games
    His Women and his Gun.
    Oh Jesus save me!

    And the unsung western hero
    killed an Iraqi or three
    And made his name in Hollywood

    To set us good men free.

    Oh Jesus save me!

    If Jesus saves

    well, he’d better save himself

    From the gory glory seekers who use his name in death.


    Oh Jesus save me!

    I saw him in the City
    and on the mountains of the moon

    His cross was rather bloody

    He could hardly roll his stone.
    Oh Gerorge and Tony save me!


    Last edited by AlfredJPruffock; 12 May 2006, 09:49.

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      #3
      Thanks for that contribution Brother PRC1964

      Now would you all stand up for the Next Hymn, My God

      People
      what have you done --


      Locked Him in His golden cage.

      Made Him bend to your religion --
      Him resurrected from the grave.

      He is the God of nothing
      if that's all that you can see.

      You are the god of everything --
      He's inside you and me.

      So lean upon Him gently
      and don't call on Him to save you
      from your social graces

      and the sins you used to waive.

      The bloody Church of England --
      in chains of history --

      requests your earthly presence at
      the vicarage for tea.

      And the graven image you-know-who --
      with His plastic crucifix --
      he's got him fixed --
      confuses me as to who and where and why --
      as to how he gets his kicks.

      Confessing to the endless sin --
      the endless whining sounds.

      You'll be praying till next Thursday to
      all the gods that you can count.

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        #4
        bring me my bow
        of burning gold
        bring me my arrows of desire

        bring me my spear
        O clouds unfold
        bring me my chariot of fire

        I will not cease
        from mental fight
        nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
        till we have built Jerusalem
        in Englands green and pleasant land





        Emerson Lake and Palmer
        (\__/)
        (>'.'<)
        ("")("") Born to Drink. Forced to Work

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