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How To Offend Nearly Everyone
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I was a Hebrew School drop-out<BR>
I never made the grade.<BR>
I liked the way God spoke to Moses,<BR>
But His prolonged silence began to bug me.<BR>
Never doubting for a moment that I<BR>
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I decided to go investigate exactly what<BR>
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And the the Christians told me<BR>
Alas, that I was wrong:<BR>
For Christ was speaking to me,<BR>
And I should string along.<BR>
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So I got dunked, and dipped and sprinkled<BR>
And went my merry way<BR>
Convinced that since I'd found Him<BR>
He would return some day.<BR>
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All the billboards told me<BR>
It would happen any day,<BR>
And the preacher preached his message<BR>
That God was on His way--<BR>
And we had better be good and better be nice<BR>
Cause He's making a list and checking it twice.<BR>
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And then a strange thing happened--<BR>
God really spoke to me,<BR>
And said that He had come again<BR>
If I had eyes to see.<BR>
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He said that all I have to do<BR>
Is learn a way to be<BR>
A humble servant of His Lord,<BR>
And live in unity.<BR>
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It was so clear and simple--<BR>
A gift for all mankind:<BR>
To live in peace and brotherhood--<BR>
A truth that all must find.<BR>
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So I ran to tell the Rabbi<BR>
The truth that I had found:<BR>
The Lord of Hosts had come<BR>
And we were homeward bound.<BR>
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The Rabbi sadly shook his head<BR>
And said my mind was in a deep fog,<BR>
For God could only speak<BR>
On Saturdays in his Synagogue.<BR>
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I quickly saw a Priest<BR>
And told him what I'd found and thought--<BR>
He crossed himself and told me<BR>
The God was a Communist plot,<BR>
And that God would speak to those who search<BR>
On Sundays in his sanctified church.<BR>
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And every where I went<BR>
They sang the same old song:<BR>
That if God spoke of love and peace,<BR>
Certainly I'd heard wrong.<BR>
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And everyone I spoke to<BR>
Seemed to basically agree<BR>
That truth was only truth<BR>
Within their monopoly.<BR>
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And they alone could give man<BR>
All that he could possibly need<BR>
By adding two cups of water<BR>
To an instant religious creed.<BR>
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And they would be glad to provide this<BR>
Most any day at noon,<BR>
Along with an awesome warning<BR>
That God was coming soon.<BR>
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