Ballad of the Geezers' Revenge

It was a typical Sunday.  So typical no one suspected it would mark the beginning of the last great battle of the worship wars.  Then, out of nowhere, the Loyal Daughters class struck.  


Memory of that last brave stand is preserved in this timeless ballad, still sung around the campfire in honor of days gone by...

To the tune  
The Old Rugged Cross
Verse 1

In a room in the back

In a sad dusty stack

Are the hymnals we once
held so high

In their place are the screens

And projection machines

And a Dell Quad-core X25

Chorus: 

But I long for the hymnals again

Like the hug from a long lost old friend

Oh to hear those dear words ‘er I die

Let’s all sing number three forty five.

Verse 2 

Oh I miss Philip Bliss

Fanny Crosby’s great hits

All those songs
by those dead Calvinists

Where the words point out sin

And we’re glad God condemns

All those lefty pinko communists.

Chorus:  

Oh we long for the hymnals again

Like the hug from a long lost old friend

And next Sunday
our dreams will come true

Cause that screen
needs these four little screws