Thank you Father, Church and Shrine
Your daily bread and glorious wine.
Somber chimes and choral delight
Joyous elders and holy sight.
Alter flowers are all in bloom.
Fresh pressed suits, lady’s perfume.
Children laugh and babies cry.
We give God praise from low and high.
The Holy Spirit fills the pews.
Warms the heart to hear good news.
Friends share stories out the door.
It’s times like these that I adore.
This is all I have to say.
Sunday is just one fine day.
The Zonker.... "When I was a child and got out of line my father would smack me on the head. When I read the newspaper as an adult I realize that some people and most politicians need a good zonk! Alas, another site dedicated to politics, economics, morality and culture."...... "Almost all lies are acts, and speech has no part in them." Mark Twain
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