Old Miss Thatcher, she knows God,
Talks to Him every day.
First thing she wakes each morning,
She kneels right down to pray.
Reads her Bible through each year,
Knows all her hymns by heart.
Never misses Preacher's preaching,
Always does her part.
So when Big Jake cursed "Jesus Christ!"
On our city bus,
Old Miss Thatcher's soul blazed up.
You knew there'd be a fuss.
She's singing hymns on the city bus,
Singing hymns on the city bus.
"Amazing Grace", in God we trust.
Singing hymns on the city bus.
The bus driver got annoyed,
He said she had to stop.
Old Miss Thatcher sang out strong,
So driver flagged a cop.
Police man ordered her to quit--
And Big Jake, he just grinned.
Then that whole bus burst into song,
To help Miss with her hymn!
When Big Jake cursed "Jesus Christ!"
On our city bus,
Old Miss Thatcher's soul caught flame,
You knew there'd be a fuss.
We're singing hymns on the city bus,
Singing hymns on the city bus.
"Amazing Grace", in God we trust.
Singing hymns on the city bus.
Policeman said, "I have no room
To lock folks up for talk."
Big Jake scowled and found the door,
I guess he'd rather walk.
Driver said, "We'll, okay.
Guess free speech is no crime.
Old Miss Thatcher, you come ride
On my bus anytime."
When Big Jake cursed "Jesus Christ!"
On our city bus,
Old Miss Thatcher's soul caught flame,
You knew there'd be a fuss.
We're singing hymns on the city bus,
Singing hymns on the city bus.
"Amazing Grace",in God we trust.
Singing hymns on the city bus.
"Jesus Loves Me", I know He must,
Singing hymns on the city bus.
"Old Rugged Cross" won't go to rust,
Singing hymns on the city bus.
Old Miss Thatcher, she knows God,
Talks to Him every day.
c2009 Skip Johnson
All rights reserved
"I felt I had to write and urge you to contend for the faith that was once for all entrusted to the saints." Jude 1:3 NIV
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Singing Hymns on the City Bus
Labels:
city bus,
conflict,
cursing,
lyric,
public expression of faith,
witnessing
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