At the house church I attend, we do plenty of singing, but not the hymns I know best. Last week, they sang one that began “I may never march in the infantry...” I knew the tune from camp, but the words I’d learned were completely different: “Great green globs of greasy, grimy gopher guts; mutilated monkey meat, little birdies’ dirty feet…”
Back in the
At one time wondered what sort of dorky person would actually listen to hymns online. Things look different over here.
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