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Now its time for the show to start !!!!



Painting The Church!

There was a tradesman, a painter called Jock, who was very interested in making a penny where he could, so he often would thin down paint to make it go a wee bit further.

As it happened, he got away with this for some time, but eventually the Baptist Church decided to do a big restoration job on the painting of one of their biggest buildings. Jock put in a bid, and because his price was so low, he got the job.

And so he set to erecting the trestles and setting up the planks, and buying the paint and, yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down with turpentine.

Well, Jock was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly completed when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, and the sky opened, the rain poured down, washing the thinned paint from all over the church and knocking Jock clear off the scaffold to land on the lawn among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned and useless paint.

Jock was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he got on his knees and cried: "Oh, God! Forgive me! What should I do?" And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke...

"Repaint! Repaint! and thin no more!"






I watched the flag pass by one day, It fluttered in the breeze.



A young Marine saluted it, And then he stood at ease..



I looked at him in uniform So young, so tall, so proud, With hair cut square and eyes alert He'd stand out in any crowd.



I thought how many men like him Had fallen through the years. How many died on foreign soil How many mothers' tears?



How many pilots' plane shot down? How many died at sea How many foxholes were soldiers' graves? No, freedom isn't free.

I heard the sound of Taps one night, When everything was still, I listened to the bugler play And felt a sudden chill. I wondered just how many times That Taps had meant "Amen,"



When a flag had draped a coffin. Of a brother or a friend.



I thought of all the children, Of the mothers and the wives, Of fathers, sons and husbands With interrupted lives.

I thought about a graveyard At the bottom of the sea



Of unmarked graves in Arlington. No, freedom isn't free.



Enjoy Your Freedom & God Bless Our Troops



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