Reconciled
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« on: November 30, 2005, 08:47:31 am » |
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Twas the night before the winter seminar and all through the house Not a Saint was sleeping, not one in this house The stewardships were done and toilets scrubbed with care In hope that brother George would be sitting there The children were nestled all snug in their bed While nightmares of mat training, terrorized their heads And Mamma in her head covering and me in my tie Had ignored common sense for the "inner life" nap When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I sprang from my lethargy to see the matter Away from the house he flew like a flash Tore open the offering box and grabbed all the cash The moon on the breast of the new fallin snow Gave the lustre of mid day to objects below When, what to my wandering eyes should appear But a brand new Hummer and eight leading brothers With an old driver so lively and all full of gall I knew in a moment it must be Brother Know it all More rapid than soaring eagles his coursers they came And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: "Now Roger! Now, Rudy Now Rodney and Scott! On Timmy! on Danny! On Mikey , the whole lot ! Publish the Torch and Testimony for All! Take the cash away, cash away and send me money orders for all! As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky So the nexted day, at the podium, the coursers they flew with lists of 'works' for me and you And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof the efforts of another spoof As I drew in my head, and was turning around A Giant mechanical hand, lowered Brother G down He was dressed in all fur, from his head to his foot And his message was tarnished with ashes and soot A bundle of bondaged he wanted to fling on our backs He looked like a peddler just opening his pack His eyes-how they twinkled-his back how hairy His cheeks were like roses and even his nose was hairy His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow He claimed his "inner man" was as white as the snow The lives of many he held in his teeth And that kind of power he was determined to keep He had a con mans face and a rich mans belly That shooked when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly He was pompus and plump and so full of himself And I cried when I saw him, in spite of myself A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had very much to dread He spoke way too much, all about 'The Work' While filling his bank account and being a jerk And laying his his finger aside his nose And giving a nod , up his heavenly ladder he rose He sprang to his feet, to his teams gave a whistle And away they all flew like the down of a thistle But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "BE A ROYAL OVERCOMER: GO TO MEETINGS EVERY NIGHT" !!
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