The keenest Christian Sermon on Salt
To a Somalian Moslem in Renault
That can out-speed a stone from catapult
But now at a complete halt;
Not from any mechanical fault:
Perhaps, Moslems can from Salt
Messages sift about Man’s fault
And his waiting judgmental vault”
A still dragging Sermon on Symbolic Salt
And a Moslem stops sipping his cold Malt
Though in ‘Allah’ precisely dues exalt
And fellow Mohammedans watching the result!
Wow, honey, never thought our son would go that far
That catapult's amazing, hope it doesn't leave a scar
Told you once
Told you twonce
He's fragile when launched from the top of a the car
love
have strong hands
and
broad shoulders
where
love carries
the
burdens of man
across
the
lake of fire
let
every voice sing
with
praise and glory
that
desire
oh
heavenly father
yes
we can
while
Jesus walked upon the living water
catapult us towards heaven holy again
amen
Wow, honey, never thought our son would go that far
That catapult's amazing, go get him, hope it doesn't leave a scar
Told you once
Told you twonce
He's very fragile especially when launched from the top of the car
Wow, honey, never thought our son would go that far
That catapult's amazing, go get him, hope it doesn't leave a scar
Told you once
Told you twonce
He's very fragile especially when launched like a shooting star
Getting on
getting right with God
is for a heathen
easier said than done
Washing clean
this sinful machine
created in an image
but towing the line isn’t fun
Where can I get
this blessed truce
I know to well
how to pursue hell
but how in the hell
do I follow You?
Catapult me
into mid air
to the edge of nowhere
don't catch me
don't you dare
let me be
you don't you care
catapult me
into mid air
to the depths of despair
naked
with nothing to wear
don't you see
i see you stare
as i fly
somewhere
far far away
out of your hair
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