Sister strange, that was her name – thought so by the less-than brigade.
She was rescued on time from that bad ‘ol boy chain gang. Delivering was her occupation. Her product – the WORD of the Main Man. Hearing the clocks ticking tock she refused to remonstrate the guilt they put on her and stayed away from the frenemies that’d want to take her Holy away.
LORD get’em! Get ’em GOD!
They’re talking so loud. But I always hear you shout.
by Jerriè McGill
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