Mennonites in a Pile
You’re not that honest
But you made it through the deal
And as the cards kept falling
Someone’s death was sealed
Open book on the table
Was new number 118
The old 606 flowed forward
Your bleeding heart full of greed
Sing baby! Sing! Sing loud and hard!
Truth eluded dark souls tonight
Cursed your silver tongue and golden words
You quietly made the deal, slipped out of sight
Dayvid Graybill © 2013
Praise God From Whom
118 in the blue hymnal
606 in the red hymnal
Cheers,
Dan
Love ya!
Jane
Cornhusk Doll, Hard Cider and ALL Music
Sage