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Forgive me, sister,
but I have to say,
I’ve no wish to hurt
But listen I pray.
Your hair is too long.
Your skirt is too short.
In fact your appearance
Needs more careful thought.
Your mascara’s too black
Your lipstick’s too red.
Inner beauty and charm
Is surely better instead.
Your children are noisy
Undisciplined and wild.
Your husband is too quiet
Too hen-pecked, too mild.
Your friends are too earthy
And lacking in class.
They smoke and they swear
As bold as brass.
The bible you carry
Is too new, seldom used
At all o0f our meetings
You look too bemused.
Do you know that your singing
Is slightly off key?
Your prayers are too simple
You have to agree.
Saved by Grace
Yes, that’s perfectly true
But some kind of change
Must surely shine through
What we are asking
Is not easy to do to do.
I’m only saying this
Because I love you.
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