June 5th, 2007
By Tia Wood

Two thousand years, it still dwells
Passes from mother to daughter
She does what she is taught
Knowing not the other

Banquets and field trips and fun and dinners
We'll put it on your tab
Doesn't thoust not seek for those lost?
Thou seek a helping hand

Comfort in horizontal pews
Feel good for two more hours
Hold up our hands to the ceiling
To feel thy holy power

But doesn't thoust not seek for those lost?
They dwell not in your structure
Follow them to where they dwell
Uplift thy fellow brother

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