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Saint Harold Camping, pray for us, that we too can admit when we are horribly, terribly, obviously wrong for years on end. Amen.
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This reminds me of the song Be Ye Glad by Michael Kelly Blanchard. Here is a youtube link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C0XjvfecXdE
The version above might not contain the verse about "this time the cell keys are turning, and the faces outside are of friends."
In these days of confused situations
In this night of a restless remorse
When the heart and the soul of a nation
Lay wounded and cold as a corpse
From the grave of the innocent Adam
Comes a song bringing joy to the sad
Oh, your cry has been heard and the ransom
Has been paid up in full, be ye glad
Oh, be ye glad
Oh, be ye glad
Every debt that you've ever had
Has been paid up in full by the grace of the Lord
Be ye glad, be ye glad, be ye glad
From the dungeon a rumor is stirring
You have heard it again and again
But this time the cell keys they are turning
And outside there are faces of friends
And though your body lay weary from wasting
And your eyes show the sorrow they've had
Oh the love that your heart is now tasting
Has opened the gates, be ye glad
So be like lights on the rim of the water
Giving hope in a storm sea of night
Be a refuge amidst the slaughter
Of these fugitives in their flight
For you are timeless and part of a puzzle
You are winsome and young as a lad
And there is no disease or no struggle
That can pull you from God, be ye glad
Oh, be ye glad
Oh, be ye glad
Every debt that you ever had
Has been paid up in full by the grace of the Lord
Be ye glad, be ye glad, be ye glad
Oh, be ye glad
Oh, be ye glad
Every debt that you ever had
Has been paid up in full by the grace of the Lord
Be ye glad, be ye glad, be ye glad
(c) Michael K. Blanchard, ASCAP, Paragon Music Corp.
Gotz Music & Diadem Sky, ASCAP
I am going to carry your short poem with me into my next combat situation. --M
I have to give a mullet alert...the youtube version of that song is over 25 years old. - M
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