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Divine Justice
Young Father Murphy, Parish Priest, he rang Archbishop Moore, advising him he suddenly had taken rather poor. "I'll not be fit for Sunday mass as I'm confined to bed, I'm hoping please your Eminence you'll do it please instead." "Good Father Murphy say no more, for you should never doubt, the willingness of love my son to help a brother out. So have no fear, your flock is safe, I’ll shepherd it with love and while confined you should confer with him who is above." Then as the cock crowed Sunday morn good Father rose in haste and gathered all his golfing gear, there was no time to waste. He parred the first and second holes, his cheeks were all aglow, when up in heaven Gabriel saw the sinful priest below. He took the matter higher up for justice must be served. The LORD said, "I've been watching son, it's not gone unobserved." The third it was a par three hole, so Father gave it some, his ball it lofted in the air and Murphy holed in one. Poor Gabriel he just looked in awe ... the LORD sensed he was vexed; How justice had been served that day had Gabriel quite perplexed. "Dear Gabriel it may seem to you the priest has gained the most, but when it's said and done my son, to whom will Murphy boast."
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