Alright = All right

Alright = All Right

There was a man who loved the Lord But bored of bread on Sundays So soon he stored it in a hoard Behind the chapel's stairway His wife had seen him steal away As many times as forty So soon she prayed he'd eat his way Back into heaven's glory. The pastor was a dirty dude That always stank of herring But, smelling food, he thought it rude That someone wasn't sharing! They all were slaves to thoughts of sin That THEY were in the right But though they grin, and weep within, To God they were alright.
My Poems
Although some friends abandon lonely way, A Poem About Me Black -> Blue Black Sunlight, Shine! Callings Colorado Love Come Conjunctivitis Daydreams Deep, Deep, Deep i met a girl I Know the Taste of Death I stood alone on morning clear I will not worship the mountains, In your eyes resides a home Greatness The Ghost in Me My Greatest Fear heaven isn't celibate No Matter What Slack Line Love There was a man who loved the Lord There's nothing I can say, Journeys Nature's Hue Watchman, O Watchman What Can Right Ten Thousand Wrongs? When all the world felt dark as night, When violence refuses to be named, Why I Stray Your hair is redder than the sun, The Lord Is The Lord's Will The Quiet Truth

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