While walking along the sidewalk in front of his church, a minister heard the intoning of a prayer that nearly made him choke.
Apparently, his 5-year old son and his playmates had found a dead robin.
Feeling that proper burial should be performed, that had secured a small box and cotton batting, then dug a hole and made ready for the disposal of the deceased robin
The minister's son was chosen to say the appropriate prayers and with sonorous dignity intoned his version of what he thought his father always said.:
"Glory be unto the Faaather, and unto the Sonnn, and into the hole he-goooes."
(I want this line used at my funeral!)
Apparently, his 5-year old son and his playmates had found a dead robin.
Feeling that proper burial should be performed, that had secured a small box and cotton batting, then dug a hole and made ready for the disposal of the deceased robin
The minister's son was chosen to say the appropriate prayers and with sonorous dignity intoned his version of what he thought his father always said.:
"Glory be unto the Faaather, and unto the Sonnn, and into the hole he-goooes."
(I want this line used at my funeral!)
