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Friday, April 4

Memoir

I've got a

1. Joy
2. Joy
3. Joy
4. Joy

down in my heart, because that's what they told me to sing at church.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

I prefer Ivory. Much better on the hands, and it gets the dishes just as clean.

Anonymous said...

HALLELUJAH!!!AMEN TO THAT SISTER! THANK'YA JESUS!!!PASS THE MASH POTATOES AND GRAVY!!!!

Well.....thank you...a plate full of money?...oh...pass it down?...wait...let me take the twenties out first....here ya go

Anonymous said...

Bring me my bow of burning gold. Bring me my arrows of desire. Bring me my spear...

Yeah, that's right! We sang about our arsenal of medieval weaponry in MY church! We'd kick your joyful asses and stab that 1 joy 2 joy 3 joy 4 joy right out of your heart!

Minnefabulous said...

That's a great hymn, by the way, particularly if you're a group of runners on the beach in the early 1980s. (or pretty much any time)

Sylvia C. said...

Jesus would never think to stab all four joys out of my heart!

Anonymous said...

People can usually do a pretty good job of stabbing all of the joy in their hearts without any divine or infernal help. If you spend a lifetime learning not to stick a knife in your own joy every time it pops its head up for air, you're doing pretty well.