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Glory, glory, hallelujah...
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| Praise be unto heaven! Oh, Lord, why do you grace me with your most holiest presence? | |
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| I would ask that you do something for me. A small task. | |
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| Oh, anything, Lord, just name it. Do you wish me to travel to the most savage lands of the world, spreading your word? Would you have me give all my worldly possessions to the poor and needy? | |
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| Nay. Actually, can you get me a pair of pliers? These nails are killing me! | |
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