7 thoughts on “Since it’s Sunday, Let’s get spiritual

  1. I'm not religious, but if anything made me as joyous as this congregation was when they sing the Reverend Franklin Wilson McGee's tune in 1930, I'd join it tomorrow. It's almost incomprehensible but here are some of the lyrics:

    1200 miles its length and breadth
    The foursquare city stands
    Its gemset walls of jasper shine
    Not made by human hands
    100 miles its gates are wide
    Abundant entrance there
    With fifty miles of elbow room
    On either side to spare

    When the gates swing wide on the other side
    Just beyond the sunset sea
    There'll be room to spare as we enter there
    Room for you and room for me
    For the gates are wide on the other side
    Where the flowers ever bloom
    On the right hand, on the left hand
    Fifty miles of elbow room

    Sometimes I'm cramped and crowded here
    And long for elbow room
    I want to reach for altitude
    Where the fairest flowers bloom
    It won't be long before I pass
    Into that city fair
    With fifty miles of elbow room
    On either side to spare

  2. This video contains content from
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    Deplatformed, like a common intellectual dark web blogger!

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