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Son of a Preacher Man
Contributed by
brasco
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Tuesday, 7th May 2013 @ 01:28:24 PM in AEST
Topic:
spiritual
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I am the son of a Preacher Man
Turn dreadlock Rasta Man
Yet still glimpse our Fathers plan
Walk the narrow best I can
These tattoos on my skin
My pride; your sin
Yet He alone will judge me
At the end I will see
If my path has been just
Or just a waste of time
He will do as He must
At no fault but mine
Yet I see Him in a different light
Not one to simply flex His might
Not one even to condemn the gays
But tolerance and love always
Yet could be wrong at end of days
Into flames He might cast all gays
For love of drink and ink may join them too
Who knows might even see you
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brasco
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2013-05-07 13:28:24]
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Re: Son of a Preacher Man
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by Jigget on
Tuesday, 7th May 2013 @ 11:55:15 PM AEST
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might even see me? heck, i'm never gonna die. well done. i read it with some drum-and-bass in the background, and it held the rhythm. i dig rhythm.
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