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If If you can take a Bible Open the cover wide Take a scoop and swallow whole Everything inside Hook line and sinker. Now climb into the hole you’ve made And shut the cover tight Be comfortable and close your mind To shut out any light That threatens from outside Refuse to be a thinker Outside the Holy Words See not the world around you The prayers that go ignored The children 'He' lets suffer The pains of life and death Assure Him He is wonderful And never hold your breath For a reply, You will be a man (of sorts) my son. But If you can help your neighbours (If you love them or you don’t) Give a hand to those in need And never ask for thanks Expect no praises or reward On Earth or up on high From some unlikely heavenly ‘Lord’ For praise hyperbole Given to ‘Him’ You will be a (real) man my son

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