my church, my church,

its made of oak and burch,

burnt to the ground,

felt the horable rath of a hell hound,

rebuild you say?

will you help me , will you stay?

will you keep this open to all,

the colausal and the small,

will you be there to help them threw it all?

will you save them by the hours,

will you prey for god and his powers?

will you love them all?,

the little and the tall,

will you try to show them how much god cares,

even if they come in crap cloths with tares,

show them how gods teirs,

can take away there fears,

show them how his rains,

helps them take away there pains,

helps them grow there grains,

if you can make this church then i am in ,just make sure not to fall apart not to sin, rise as one and fall to gether, we are bound to the church like the earth is bound to the wether, so now you know this will you help me make this church, you best use more oak and less burch.

my pycotic ideal of a church

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