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The parson preached a sermon to his flock each Sunday morn,
Extolling facets of the faith, God's love for folk forlorn.

He spoke about Christ's miracles performed at Galilee:
The feeding of five thousand; of tormented minds set free;

The water which was turned to wine; the healing of the maimed - 
With passion urging folk repent, the Devil's work be shamed.

One morning in his study with the mail before him spread,
A letter caught his eye: just one word, "FOOL", it read.

Next Sunday from the pulpit's stand the parson's words were few:
"My friends", he said, "today a strange event I share with you.

"No doubt you've heard of folk forgetting, when a note they write,
To sign their names, this imperfection but an oversight.

"Last week a letter I received, quite baffling I admit:
The sender, yes, had signed his name but not the letter writ!"
The parson preached a sermon to his flock each Sunday morn,
Extolling facets of the faith, God's love for folk forlorn.

He spoke about Christ's miracles performed at Galilee:
The feeding of five thousand; of tormented minds set free;

The water which was turned to wine; the healing of the maimed - 
With passion urging folk repent, the Devil's work be shamed.

One morning in his study with the mail before him spread,
A letter caught his eye: just one word, "FOOL", it read.

Next Sunday from the pulpit's stand the parson's words were few:
"My friends", he said, "today a strange event I share with you.

"No doubt you've heard of folk forgetting, when a note they write,
To sign their names, this imperfection but an oversight.

"Last week a letter I received, quite baffling I admit:
The sender, yes, had signed his name but not the letter writ!"
The parson preached a sermon to his flock each Sunday morn,
Extolling facets of the faith, God's love for folk forlorn.

He spoke about Christ's miracles performed at Galilee:
The feeding of five thousand; of tormented minds set free;

The water which was turned to wine; the healing of the maimed - 
With passion urging folk repent, the Devil's work be shamed.

One morning in his study with the mail before him spread,
A letter caught his eye: just one word, "FOOL", it read.

Next Sunday from the pulpit's stand the parson's words were few:
"My friends", he said, "today a strange event I share with you.

"No doubt you've heard of folk forgetting, when a note they write,
To sign their names, this imperfection but an oversight.

"Last week a letter I received, quite baffling I admit:
The sender, yes, had signed his name but not the letter writ!"
The parson preached a sermon to his flock each Sunday morn,
Extolling facets of the faith, God's love for folk forlorn.

He spoke about Christ's miracles performed at Galilee:
The feeding of five thousand; of tormented minds set free;

The water which was turned to wine; the healing of the maimed - 
With passion urging folk repent, the Devil's work be shamed.

One morning in his study with the mail before him spread,
A letter caught his eye: just one word, "FOOL", it read.

Next Sunday from the pulpit's stand the parson's words were few:
"My friends", he said, "today a strange event I share with you.

"No doubt you've heard of folk forgetting, when a note they write,
To sign their names, this imperfection but an oversight.

"Last week a letter I received, quite baffling I admit:
The sender, yes, had signed his name but not the letter writ!"

The parson preached a sermon to his flock each Sunday morn,
Extolling facets of the faith, God's love for folk forlorn.

He spoke about Christ's miracles performed at Galilee:
The feeding of five thousand; of tormented minds set free;

The water which was turned to wine; the healing of the maimed - 
With passion urging folk repent, the Devil's work be shamed.

One morning in his study with the mail before him spread,
A letter caught his eye: just one word, "FOOL", it read.

Next Sunday from the pulpit's stand the parson's words were few:
"My friends", he said, "today a strange event I share with you.

"No doubt you've heard of folk forgetting, when a note they write,
To sign their names, this imperfection but an oversight.

"Last week a letter I received, quite baffling I admit:
The sender, yes, had signed his name but not the letter writ!"
The parson preached a sermon to his flock each Sunday morn,
Extolling facets of the faith, God's love for folk forlorn.

He spoke about Christ's miracles performed at Galilee:
The feeding of five thousand; of tormented minds set free;

The water which was turned to wine; the healing of the maimed - 
With passion urging folk repent, the Devil's work be shamed.

One morning in his study with the mail before him spread,
A letter caught his eye: just one word, "FOOL", it read.

Next Sunday from the pulpit's stand the parson's words were few:
"My friends", he said, "today a strange event I share with you.

"No doubt you've heard of folk forgetting, when a note they write,
To sign their names, this imperfection but an oversight.

"Last week a letter I received, quite baffling I admit:
The sender, yes, had signed his name but not the letter writ!"

The parson preached a sermon to his flock each Sunday morn,
Extolling facets of the faith, God's love for folk forlorn.

He spoke about Christ's miracles performed at Galilee:
The feeding of five thousand; of tormented minds set free;

The water which was turned to wine; the healing of the maimed - 
With passion urging folk repent, the Devil's work be shamed.

One morning in his study with the mail before him spread,
A letter caught his eye: just one word, "FOOL", it read.

Next Sunday from the pulpit's stand the parson's words were few:
"My friends", he said, "today a strange event I share with you.

"No doubt you've heard of folk forgetting, when a note they write,
To sign their names, this imperfection but an oversight.

"Last week a letter I received, quite baffling I admit:
The sender, yes, had signed his name but not the letter writ!"

The parson preached a sermon to his flock each Sunday morn,
Extolling facets of the faith, God's love for folk forlorn.

He spoke about Christ's miracles performed at Galilee:
The feeding of five thousand; of tormented minds set free;

The water which was turned to wine; the healing of the maimed - 
With passion urging folk repent, the Devil's work be shamed.

One morning in his study with the mail before him spread,
A letter caught his eye: just one word, "FOOL", it read.

Next Sunday from the pulpit's stand the parson's words were few:
"My friends", he said, "today a strange event I share with you.

"No doubt you've heard of folk forgetting, when a note they write,
To sign their names, this imperfection but an oversight.

"Last week a letter I received, quite baffling I admit:
The sender, yes, had signed his name but not the letter writ!"


The parson preached a sermon to his flock each Sunday morn,
Extolling facets of the faith, God's love for folk forlorn.

He spoke about Christ's miracles performed at Galilee:
The feeding of five thousand; of tormented minds set free;

The water which was turned to wine; the healing of the maimed - 
With passion urging folk repent, the Devil's work be shamed.

One morning in his study with the mail before him spread,
A letter caught his eye: just one word, "FOOL", it read.

Next Sunday from the pulpit's stand the parson's words were few:
"My friends", he said, "today a strange event I share with you.

"No doubt you've heard of folk forgetting, when a note they write,
To sign their names, this imperfection but an oversight.

"Last week a letter I received, quite baffling I admit:
The sender, yes, had signed his name but not the letter writ!"



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