When doing the weekly wash,
Much like the confessing of your sin,
It pays to never forget,
The pants you're sitting in
You woke up early Saturday morning,
To get the load from the washing bin,
To have a clean pair for Sunday Church,
But,
You forgot the pants you're in.
Now they're all in the wash
And the day can now begin
But you'll have to go for ages,
In the grime you're stewing in,
He came that we may have life
And have it in abundance,
But grace is, in this metaphor,
A spare pair of underpants,
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