There's a song you may remember, it goes,
"Give me that old time religion", Gospel
To those who sit in pews to ease their woes
And make a joyful noise as if some spell
Of Righteousness would translate them to God,
Just by singing aloud the "Holy" words
In their bible hymnals, set free their sod
Of flesh and blood and fly away like birds.
Christ is not on the cross! Or in the tomb!
"He has risen", as it is written!
Yes, Gods "Amazing Grace" from Mary's womb,
Lived in the flesh and died for you! Smitten
For our transgressions upon the Cross!
The only begotten Son, named Jesus!
Topic(s) of this poem: rhyme
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