A little Bible lesson to wrap up Sunday:
Moses came riding up on a quasar
His spurs were a-jingling, the door was ajar
His buckle was silver, his manner was bold
I asked him to come on in out of the cold
His brain was boiling, his reason was spent
He said if nothing was borrowed then nothing was lent
I asked him for mercy, he gave me a gun
Said now n’again these things just got to be done
Wow, where does the time go? I come home tomorrow…