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| Praise Choruses and Hymns | 
servantrek
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22 April 2011
| Praise Choruses and Hymns
An old farmer goes to the city one weekend and attends the big city church. He comes home and his wife asks him how it was.
"Well," says the farmer, "It was good. They did something different, however. They sang praise choruses instead of hymns."
"Praise choruses," says the wife, "What are those?"
"Oh, they're ok. They're sort of like hymns, only different," says the farmer.
"Well, what's the difference?" asks his wife.
The farmer says, "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,
are 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."
The same Sunday, a young, new Christian from the city attends the small town church. He returns home and his wife, also named Martha, asks how it was.
"Well," says the young man, "It was good. They did something different, however. They sang hymns instead of regular songs."
"Hymns," says his wife, "What are those?"
"Oh, they're ok. They're sort of like regular songs, only different." says
the young man. "What's the difference?" asks the wife.
The young man says, "Well, It's like this - If I were to say to you, 'Martha, the cows are in the corn,' that would be a regular song. If on the other hand, I were to say to you:
'Oh Martha, dear Martha, hear thou my cry
Inclinest thine ear to the words of my mouth.
Turn thou thy whole wonderous ear by and by
To the righteous, inimitable, glorious truth.
For the way of the animals who can explain
There in their heads is no shadow of sense.
Hearkenest they not in God's sun or his rain
Unless from the mild, tempting corn they are fenced.
Yea those cows in glad bovine, rebellious delight,
Have broke free their shackles, their warm pens eschewed.
Then goaded by minions of darkness and night
They all my mild Chilliwick sweet corn have chewed.
So look to that bright shining day by and by,
Where all foul corruptions of earth are reborn.
Where no vicious animal 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."
Billy
Member since Feb. 15 2008
A Jester,unemployed,is nobodies Fool
And the Lord said "LET THERE BE DRUMMERS..." and all the creatures big and small started tapping their feet.
Hezikiah 13.2
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