Hungry, Thirsty, and a Stranger to You

Pharisee heard just repent and believe
There's nothing to do except to receive
But he was all wrong;
that doesn't belong
For John said fruits of repentance you need

Conservative thought he had faith you know
By faith he was righteous, pure as the snow
He chose to ignore
the plight of the poor
His faith without works was dead, just a show

Liberal gave to the poor of the land
For hunger and sickness she took a stand
But babies may die,
just don't let them cry
A stranger's not welcome when he's unplanned

Hungry, thirsty, and a stranger to you
I was naked, sick, and in prison too
The evidence here
is really quite clear
A faith without works it just will not do

He's got Ammunition; Just Call it Socialism

There’s a selfish rich man who wants to keep it all
A man who lives for self alone and not others
When someone dares to complain; if they have the gall
He calls it socialism; not love of brothers


Jesus taught the disciples love God and neighbor
Which does not fit with selfish living dear rich man
A just wage is the price to pay those who labor
He calls that socialism and dodges God’s plan


We all pay taxes and have learned to pull our weight
But not the rich man; he finds a more selfish way
Congress gives him loopholes to pay a lower rate
He calls it socialism if he’s got to pay


If they call him greedy he’s got ammunition
Why should he share? That’s nothing but socialism

Our Mothers

Our first mother of all was Eve
She was young and very naive
Along came the snake
Her virtue to take
A target for him to deceive

And let’s not forget mother Ruth
A widow she was in her youth
After her weeping
Helped with the reaping
And gave up her idols for truth

Mother Mary she birthed our Lord
And her heart must surely have soared
She suffered great loss
He died on the cross
When he rose her joy was restored

Our earthly mothers gave us birth
A start to our life here on earth
They gave us a life
In peace or in strife
A life that God treasures with worth

Mother Jerusalem above
Heaven’s wondrous place we talk of
She is our mother
Our church of wonder
She’s the Bride that Jesus does love

Parody - King of my Soul (Tune: King of the Road)


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G           C           D7         G
From heaven his descent to Beth-le-hem he went
         C            D7 N/C
No bed no door no desk he ain't got no plush address ah but
G          C                   D7            G
No sadness and no gloom just a very grateful joyful room
            C                     D7         G
I'm a man of means ‘cause He’s the King of my soul

               C           D7         G
Christmas star, candy cane, jubilation Jesus reigns
          C            D7 N/C
Jesus king of the Jews, I don't know of better news
       G           C            D7              G
I spoke old stories I have found none as good as Jesus crowned
            C                     D7         G
I'm a man of means ‘cause He’s the King of my soul

                                 C
I know churches far and near from China to Spain
D7                         G
All of the Christians they love him the same
                     C
Let every band out in every town
    D7
Sing merry songs that folks adopt from all around


Repeat #1


Parody: True Great News (Blue Suede Shoes)

              E                  E
    Well it's one for the money, two for the show
                      E
Three to get ready now go go go
   A                                 E
But don't you, step on the true great news
            B7                  A                     E
Well you can do anything but lay off of the true great news

            E              E
    
You can knock me down, step on my face
E                   E

Slander my name all over the place
E                    E

Do anything that you wanna do
  E                 E7
So uh uh honey don’t scoff at that news
   A                                E
And don't you, step on my true great news
       B7                  A                    E E E A E B7 E
You can do anything but lay off of my true great news

                 E              E
    
Well you can burn my house, steal my car
E                       E

Drink my liquor from an old fruit jar
E                    E
Do anything that you wanna do
   E                 E7
But uh uh honey don’t scoff at that news
   A                                  E
And don't you, step on that true great news
       B7                  A                     E E E A E B7 E
You can do anything but lay off of the true great news

              E                  E
    Well it's one for the money, two for the show
E                    E
Three to get ready now go go go
   A                                E
But don't you, step on my true great news
            B7                    A                      E
Well you can do anything but don’t scoff at my true great news

              E
    Well it's true, true, true great news
E
True, true, true great news, yeah
A
True, true, true great news
E
True, true, true great news
            B7                    A                      E
Well you can do anything but don’t scoff at my true great news

Poem of Hattie May Wiatt

Hattie May Wiatt went to church
But found no room though she did search
The chapel was small
And filled wall to wall
No place to sit down, not a perch
A very large congregation
Finding seats a complication
She just wanted in
But how could she win
A Sunday School education
Books in hand and an offering
She waited almost wavering
But who could foretell
That Pastor Conwell
Would pity a child’s suffering
Like a rock, a giant boulder
Like a brave heroic soldier
So fearless and true
He took her right through
Carried Hattie on his shoulder
Sunday School, at last she was there
In a corner she found a chair
The very next day
They met by the way
The pastor had a dream to share
To build a large Sunday School room
He hoped to build it very soon
It would be awesome
Just one big problem
No money! How inopportune!
Then Hattie got sick by and by
Everyone prayed but she did die
God’s precious small girl
Had said her farewell
In God’s shining world she’s alive
Before God took her Hattie saved
For the Sunday School that she craved
Fifty seven cents
Her mother presents
A child’s gift from beyond the grave
The pastor told all the willing
The first amount for the building
From a little girl
Let’s give it a whirl
And bring her dream to fulfilling
This set in motion great events
But I won’t keep you in suspense
A house was acquired
The money inspired
By Hattie’s fifty seven cents
In those days church was in demand
And that church started to expand
Philadelphia
in Pennsylvania
A small child’s faith—God’s mighty hand
That’s not the end as you will see
That school grew quite remarkably
And now it has grown
And is quite well known
The Temple University
The Samaritan hospital
and the Garretson Hospital
Fifty seven cents
An impact immense
Hattie’s gift is responsible


Christmas reminds us all to share
A little child or millionaire
Giving to the least
We give it to Christ
For Jesus teaches us to care

Parody: Mustard Seed (Abilene)

C            E7             F             C
Mustard seed, mustard seed, smallest seed you’ve ever seen

D7                 G7                       C     F           C  G7
Faith so small but don’t demean the mustard seed, the mustard seed

C        E7
Sycamore, or alpine might 

F              C
Tell them both, “Move out of sight.”

D7                       G7
Faith to transplant them into the sea
           
C     F           C
the mustard seed, the mustard seed
C             E7            F             C
Mustard seed, mustard seed, smallest seed you’ve ever seen

D7                G7                       C     F           C  G7
Faith so small we can’t demean the mustard seed, the mustard seed

C                           E7
Increase our faith, was the apostles’ plea 

F               C
Faith so small, move a tree,

D7                 G7
Move a mountain in-to the sea
           
C     F           C
the mustard seed, the mustard seed
C             E7            F             C
Mustard seed, mustard seed, smallest seed you’ve ever seen

D7                G7                       C     F           C
Faith so small we can’t demean the mustard seed, the mustard seed

D7                G7                       C     F           C
Faith so small we can’t demean the mustard seed, the mustard seed

70 apostles

70 apostles he sent
on mission work two-by-two
The harvest's a big event
but the workers they are few

Pray for God to send others
Go like lambs in a wolf pack
Taking extra just smothers
Don't greet a soul on the track

Enter a house and say, "Peace!"
If you find peace-lovers there
then peace will only increase
So eat and drink what they share

Stay put, heal the sick and say
"The reign of God has come near"
but if they turn you away
rebuke them and disappear

Woe unto you Chorazin
Capernaum, Bethsaida too
Oh my, what trouble you're in
You reject God so you're through

Jesus had one thing to say
though the joy was really nice
a greater thing is in play
You are named in paradise


(Luke 10:1-20)

Feb, June and September

Feb, June and September
are months to take a break
Two, six, nine remember
it may be a mistake

The market may be down

so many sell in May
And then they will leave town
until a better day

But if the truth be known

July can come back strong
November too has shown
good profits when you're long

December's the cherry

but April is good too
March and January
can help you to accrue

October is a myth

It's weak but not the worst
September is forthwith
when profits are submersed

So heed advice my friend

Feb, June and September
I strongly recommend
your trading to defer

The Lord is my shepherd

The Lord is my shepherd, I don't lack anything
I can gladly lie down in the grass safe and filled
he leads me to water that's quiet and refreshing
he gives me my life back and helps me to rebuild

He kindly guides and leads me along the right track
your name receives honor with my ev-e-ry breath
whether coming or going I constantly walk
through the valley of darkness, the shadow of death

I will fear no evil, for you are close by me
the correction and protection I have from your rod
and your staff which guided and saved and set me free
those tools of the shepherd have been comfort from God

You set a table before me and make a spread
in the presence of my enemies round about
You honor and cleanse me by anointing my head
my cup of blessing is over full and flows out

Surely goodness and mercy will be my award
all the days of my life, they will be mine galore
I will live all my days in the house of the Lord
for length of days, forever and forever more