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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=543755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Sunday to Remember</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This particular day was like every other, <br>A suit and tie, ready for my spiritual meal<br>But little did I know, what lay in store from this brother<br>I take my seat and listen to the talk-the normal deal</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As it progresses this information is at its worst amazing <br>I'm understanding, looking up scriptures and enjoying it<br>The brother on the stage is enthusiastic and pleasing<br>The fact that all cannot hear it is my only regret</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But then the brother begins to relate an experience<br>I begin to detect a change in his voice as he continues<br>The brother gets choked up by the sentiments, <br>And at the end of the discourse he grabs some tissues</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do you understand what that did to me? <br>I didn't cry when my grand mother died<br>But my eyes began to get teary<br>I felt the hard outer layer of my heart melt away inside</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I felt, understood, envied, and appreciated why he got that way<br>Even as I recount this the tears start to flow again<br>This brother was happy, is truly happy each day, <br>Happiness and joy from his service that tears he began shedding</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just the fact in front of us all he showed a piece of his heart, <br>In that he let the joy and appreciation he felt in his heart spill over in tears<br>That gave me a feeling that there can be light from the dark<br>Also it made me think about all those wasted years</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maybe envious is the wrong because I desire his level of joy for us both<br>I guess jealous is more appropriate<br>We both took the same oath<br>I'm not happy like him, the reasons? I'd rather not say it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His tearing up on the stage reminded me of how I once felt, <br>And how I yearn to feel<br>This bad hand I got, I shuffled and dealt<br>My feelings of needed change are to real</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To this brother I give thanks<br>The faithful slave I give thanks<br>But to my God I sincerely apologize</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Martin+McCollugh">Martin McCollugh</a><div class=q>
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A suit and tie, ready for my spiritual meal
But little did I know, what lay in store from this brother
I take my seat and listen to the talk-the normal deal

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