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The Sermon From the Mount by Elena Acosta

The Sermon From the Mount

by Elena Acosta

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"Oh honey let me tell you, in nineteen thirty fo',

We didn't have no big cameras.

Only big church doors.

There weren't no loud films or video tapes.

There was only the black preacher,

Shoutin good ole grace.

We didn't waste our precious time starin at no screen

We only had those pretty windows of Jesus

Lookin sad and healing the unclean.

There weren't no pop songs sung by plastic lookin people,

There was only gospel singin

About the blood, the cross, and the steeple.

Youngin let me tell you, these is sneaky times.

Don't let that devil getch you

While you still in yo' prime."

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