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The Church is dead, said Brother Frown

It is true said Gossip, it's sure going down
His sermons are long, there cut and dried
He uses way too much money, Brother Stingy cried
I'm going to leave, Brother Gadabout lowed go to a bigger church

But Old Brother Faithful sat in his place.
The sunshine of Glory beaming off his face,
that good Saint worshiped in prayer and in song
and to him, there wasn't one single thing wrong.

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