SINS UGLY STAIN
It took David quite awhile
When guilty of deep sin
To recognize his guilt
And then be cleansed within
Solomon ran amuck
For many wicked years
And did a lot of damage
Before his repenting tears
Even worse was Manassah
A really wicked king
He suffered grief affliction
Before his cleanse within
Oh, let us know, my friend,
Before we repent too late
It doesn't pay too linger
And play around with fate.
Because some men like Judas
Became so hard at heart
He could not repent at all
Nor from evil ever part
So get on your knees today
Make sure your slate is clean
And let the love of Jesus
Remove sin's ugly stain
Copyright, Kathryn Search
I like to think myself basically honest
And lean more towards good than bad.
I can still count the times I have totally lost the plot.
Though I don't care to say how often swearing lets me down.
I know I have work to do there.
I count myself a good neighbour
And keep any friends I make.
I say good day to those who pass me in the street.
And I am nearly always keen to help out if asked.
My ears make good sounding boards
And People come to me for advice.
So my conscience I deem clear in all areas except one.
There is something really wicked about me you should know.
My sense of humour is hard to keep under control.
Even though it may seem wrong I am not prepared
To change it in any way.
It's delightfully delicious and often mischievous ways I embrace every day.
How could I even consider giving it the flick,
When it produces a smile such as that from you every time I let it have
It's wicked way.
And it would not be fair to those who shake their belly every time
I give it free reign to tell a joke.
I hope you will make an exception and give me dispensation
To continue being ever so slightly wicked in this way.
My heart doth bleed for thy love
I giveth my all to thee
Please listen my turtle dove
I pleadeth here on one knee
With ring tucked in my breeches
Hey whats happeneth here
Hoped this rhyme doth bringeth wishes
Though thou hast lost thy mind i fear
Or dost though always like to
hang from the trees upside down
No panties doth thou have on
Your wearing nothing but a frown
You are really wicked as sin
dost though always have that grin
When thou drinketh pink gin
with a cherry on its rim
I no longer want thy love
Thou hast broken my heart
Your no longer my turtle dove
from hence we are apart
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