For the preacher told me so;
The Bible can't be understood,
I'll leave it to the clergyhood.
I don't have time to read and pray,
For I have much to do today;
On Sunday I'll get all I need,
For it's the Pastor's job to feed!
Amazing Grace I loudly sing,
Tithes and offerings I do bring;
But my heart is cold and dead,
I choose not the Living Bread
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