To Wilmington (WCC)
- michaelbray
- Jan 7, 2020
- 1 min read
7 Jan., 2020
‘Twas a time when the gates Were down No where to be found Were the people of mercy Of God Fled by the Fed Oh the dread That someone might be caught For naught!
They hid themselves from the chore They closed the door No more for the poor In Spirit and rich in deeds Naught for the needs “Let them bleed Out with them” We have our peace And our tax exemption to keep
But Oh Wilmington you The Church of Christ Did greet us and soothe us And we found relief And yes it was brief But we remain thankful And always remember That you were faithful
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