Years I've dreamt of a place called Heaven
.......Therein.......lies the rub
Folks of color perhaps disallowed
......At Evangelicals' Country Club
More I listen.....the more I learn
.......The more hypocrites I find
Ways and actions means an awful lot
.....When reading between the lines
Thinking of Slavery early American bravery
.....Church folks.....at the helm
Again the rub that Country Club....
'Twas beyond the Black Slave's...realm
Now full circle hypocrites come
.....Evangelicals........openly snub
Folks of color perhaps forever banned
....At Evangelicals'....Country Club
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Years I've dreamt of a place called Heaven
Now I've learned it's Satan's pub
.....Fallen Angels...galavanting
At Evangelicals' Country Club
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