Sins and Sundays

By midnights voice

Sins and Sundays

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I never liked church
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All those sinners congregated in one place
always made me feel uneasy
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I was always new at church
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My father was Air Force and we were always moving
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Mom did her best to raise us up in the Lord
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It may have worked
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My younger sister who died of breast cancer
claimed refuge in the love of God
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My younger brother became a deacon in his church
but is a Republican so I am suspicious
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My older sister is doubtful
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I was baptized in high school
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And like the fig tree Jesus cursed because it bore no fruit
I too was unfruitful for decades
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"They have eyes but will not see , and ears but will not hear "
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That was me
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The picture above is a tiny church in Tuscaloosa
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Seeds start out tiny and die that a tree may live
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This church is too small to survive
not enough members
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But it's death will be a rebirth

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Copyright 2017 midnights voice
Published on Saturday, October 14, 2017.     Filed under: "Graphic Art"
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