Sing the Truth

The Lord is my predator, All people that on earth do sell, Shine Jesus Shine, be my imprisoner, Abide with me in hell. Love divine, all love extinguishing, The Church is one abomination, At the cross I’m diminishing, The Holy City is an infestation. Nearer my god, you to fee, To god by the tall story, The old rugged cross pee’s me What a friend we have in Jesus, rivalry. Onward Christian soldiers, off the cliff, He who would valiant be is delusional, It is well with my soul, a tiff, Rock of ages, Sunday dinner, my cholesterol. Be thou my vision, it’s very blurry here, Crown him with many frowns, Fight the good fight *****, Blessed assurance our saviour drowns. Just a closer boke with thee, Jesus shall train where e’re the sun, When peace like a river shall pee, Tell me the old, old story, no fun. Guide me oh thou great redeemer into biology, It is well with my soul when I say no to you, For all the saints you’re not in sociology, Beneath the cross of Jesus you are not the dew.