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A Church Supper

our farts fear... us being into heave'n and hollowed with no gain... so with cane i've come... to gain some fill as one on earth without some evening... just give us a stay of... an hours daily bread for a trash pass between us... then we who unforgive... mosquitoes against us won't be lead to temptations... just deliver us things usefull that time knots to a cane and end an hours story stans sand

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Tom Woody

Date: 8/18/2023 10:56:00 AM

Sorry, but I just can be a mosquito forgiver. SWAT!

Tom Woody
Date: 8/19/2023 6:15:00 AM

Actually the Lord's prayer focuses first on issues of universal importance, ie, the sanctification of God's holy name and the ultimate doing of his will here on earth, soon to be accomplished by means of his son. This hardly makes this prayer common or trivial. Something to consider Stan

Sand Blown
Date: 8/18/2023 3:55:00 PM

...all sounds, words, phrases, sayings and prayers etc begin with a sign language and blossom to some shakespearean, tribal, or religious ritual sayings......the 'lords prayer' began with some of the commonest sayings of those in need....... .......stan