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The Preacher

The preacher climbs his lofty perch Looking down on those in church Who’ve come to hear his sermon preached In fiery words his flock beseeched To remind them to their faults bemoan And for their earthly sins atone Words climbing to a fevered pitch He hopes his lesson will help enrich Those who clearly redemption seek And that his words will last all week His lesson done, he wipes his brow His countenance now calm, somehow. The organ starts, the choir stands Yet knowing the coming week demands He start afresh and begin anew Wise lessons for his dwindling few.

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