SHUDDer, SHUUDDDDEEEERR.
So much of it is completely wrongly directed. A few weeks ago, we
sang . . . no--THEY sang, I stood there appalled . . . a song
entitled "You are Worthy of my Praise." I am not kidding. I wish I
were. It's as if the singer has weighed God, the Almighty, the Lord
of the Universe in the balance and found him not altogether
unworthy. "Yes, Lord, I suppose I can give you my benison."
SHUDD-DDD-DDD-DDDER.
Blech.
Unfortunately, this issue may be revisited. There's so, so much bad
stuff out there.
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