  Mister Sorrow came one day When the times were blue, And he said: "My brother, say Can I stay with you?" And he looked so mighty nice That I asked him in; Nothing said about the price; 'Fraid he'd go agin! Mister Sorrow from that day Hangs around here so! Makes himself at home, to play He's my friend, you know! When I hint it mighty strong That he'd better roam, Says he's boarded here so long That it seems like home! If the Kingdom of Heaven was like a mustard-seed two thousand years ago, it has not changed its appearance any since; it seems so small now-a-days that it is pretty hard to find down here below. |
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