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Hymns and Choruses
An old farmer went to the city one weekend and attended the big city church. He came home and his wife asked him how it was.
"Well," said the farmer, "It was good. They did something different, however. They sang praise choruses instead of hymns."
"Praise choruses," said his wife, "What are those?"
"Oh, they're okay. They're sort of like hymns, only different," said the farmer.
"Well, what's the difference?" ask his wife.
The farmer said,"Well, it's like this - If i were to say to you:
'Martha, the cows are in the corn,'
well, that would be a hymn. If, on the other hand, I were to say to you:
Martha Martha, Martha, Oh, Martha, MARTHA MARTHA, the cows, the big cows, the brown cows, the black cows, the white cows, the black and white cows, the COWS, COWS, COWS are in the corn, are in the corn, are in the corn, care in the corn, the CORN, CORN, CORN
then, if I were to repeat the whole thing two or three times, well that would be a praise chorus."
As lucky would have it, the exact same Sunday a young, new Christian from the city church attended the small town church. He came home and his wife asked him how it was. "Well," said the young man, "It was good. They did something different, however. They sang hymns instead of regular songs."
"Hymns," said his wife, "what are those?"
"Oh, they're okay. They're sort of like regular songs, only different,"said the young man.
"Well, what's the difference?" asked his wife.
The young man said,"Well it's likethis. If I were to say to you,
' Martha, the cows are in the corn,'
well, that would be a regular song. If, on the other hand, I were to say to you:
Oh Martha, dear Martha, hear thou my vry.
Inclinesthine ear to the words of my mouth.
Turn the righteous, inimitable, glorious truth.
For the way of the animals who can explain?
There in their headsin no shadow of sense.
Hearkenest they in God's sun ot his rain.
Unless from the mild, tempting cort they are fenced.
Yea those cows in glad bovine, rebellious delight,
Have broke free their shackles, their warm pens eschewed.
Then goaded by minious of darkness and night.
They all my mild Chilliwack sweet corn have chewed.
So look to that bright shinning day by and by,
Where all foul corruptions of earth are reborn.
Where no vicious animals makes my soul cry
And I no longer see those foul cows in the corn.
Then, if I were to do only verses one, three and four and do a key change on the last verse, well that would be a hymn."
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