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God Save Me From Your Followers!
by gonzodave coulon Savior - Of my life, You pipe a dirge, They hear a jig. They sing they didn't, They da-nce they did. To glo-ry and pra-nce, the awful dance of the wicked! The re-sur-rect-ed Christ denied and slain, by his fol-low-ers with His Name. A glorified body does not bleed, Christ is dead just the same. The crime is hid-den! So who's to blame? So who's to know, before they go? We keep law! to feed His, sheep. * Excerpted from a submitted article titled, "Thus May We Gather Honey From the Weed." Copyright 2007 David Coulon. All rights reserved. Use with credit. ______________________________________ Visit my pages @ http://www.webook.com/member/gonzodave http://www.koinoniaofgrace.com http://members.christiansunite.com/members/blog/gonzodave htttp://stores.lulu.com/gonzodave Copyright 2007-2008 by David Coulon. Registered and released under CC license 3.0 2007-2008. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |