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| One Sunday a pastor asked his congregation to consider giving a little extra in offering plate. He said that whoever gave the most would be able to pick out three hymns. After the offering plate was passed, the pastor glanced down and noticed that someone had contributed a $1,000 bill. He was so exited that he immediatly shared his joy with the congregation and that he'd like to personaly thank the person who had placed the money in the plate. A very quiet, elderly, saintly widow shyly raised her hand. The pastor asked her to come up front. Slowly she made her way to the pastor. He told her how wonderful it was that she gave so much and asker her to pick out three hymns. Her eyes brightend as she looked at the congregation, she pointed to three handsome young men and said, " I'll take him and him and him." |
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| Will Never Understand . . . You will never understand me, The way I think and comprehend. You will never understand the pain with in. The way things affect my heart, My mind, my body, my soul. The way things can rip me apart, My feelings burning like coal. I want you to understand, in a secret way, You will understand some day. I don't want to mean anything, People only know me because I sing. I don't want any tears, I don't want to see them cry' I just want to stay hidden or at least I try. I never want to hurt anyone like they hurt me, I never want to show fear to the people I see. I never want to cry again, my eyes are to sore. You will never get the chance to understand me anymore. You had your chance, when I was young, But now things have changed. You'll never understand me because I don't want you too. You say this is just a phase, so lets just wait till it's through . . . ~Loud Interference |
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