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Post by cabooseman on Dec 3, 2008 10:07:06 GMT -6
I ain't much good at prayin' and you may not know me, lord I ain't much seen in churches where they preach thy holy word, but you may have observed me out here on the lonely plains, a lookin' after cattle , feelin' thankful when it rains admirin' thy great handiwork, the miracle of grass aware of they kind spirit in the way it comes to pass. so here's ol' Christmas comin' on remindin' us again of him whose coming brought good will into the hearts of men. don't let no hearts be bitter, lord, don't let no child be cold. make easy beds for them that's sick, and them that's weak and old. I'm just a sinful cowpoke lord, ain't got no business prayin' but still I hope you'll ketch a word or two of what I've been sayin'. we speak of merry Christmas, lord, I reckon you'll agree, there ain't no Merry Christmas for nobody that ain't free. so one thing more I'll ask you lord, just help us what you can. to save some seeds of freedom for the future sons of man
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Post by ~WineMe~DineMe~69 on Dec 14, 2009 4:29:09 GMT -6
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