Well, dis is de 13th Sunday.

And it's Quarterly meetin' day.

And I'm glad to see de members,

A-turnin' out dis way.

Cause today I feels lak preachin',

Yes, it seems lak' I could shout!

Cause I got dis thin' wit' in me,

An' I'se ga' na' let it out!

Come prinpin' round here on Sunday,

Lookin' fine and smellin' sweet,

And you aint said a prayer,

Durin' the whole long week.

O I telin' you my chillun',

I declare with all my might.

And I chooses my text dis monin'

On a' walkin' by faith, and not by sight.

Now just to willa'strate my--

my fore reclusionary remark.

I was walkin' yestidy evenin',

Down by old east side park.

And there I saw a cirtain sister,

As I looked over to de right,

A twistin' down de street

With her dress all short and tight.

An' de way she was abobin',

An' swayin' from point to point,

I thought she was goin' break loose

At every single joint!

O I tellin' you my sister,

I declare with all my might,

Quit dat worldly dressin',

Walk by faith and not by sight.

O you ought the be reberrassed,

And you ought to be ashamed,

For to call yourse'f a Christian,

And to wear dat sacred name,

When you aint got no mo' li'gion

Dan a moun'ain grisly bear!

Come struttin' roun' here on Sundays,

Just to show off what you wear. 

Come back here Sister (oooooooo!)

W'er yo' think you goin' to?

Yo' sit right her' lak' th' rest of folk,

An' wait til I gits good an' through!

Why don't you quit your back bitin'?

Why do you always lie?

O de judgment day is commin',

and its proachin' mighty nigh',

Fo' you to go sinnin' all thru de week,

I seed you runnin' 'bout.

Den come here on Sunday,

And sing and cry and shout.

O I takes my text with earnest

And I spek with deep concern,

That just as sho' as I'se standin' here,

There a heap o' yo' dats goin' to burn.

All dey do is come on Sunday,

And sit and point and criticize.

Den when de offerin' plate pass by,

They seem to be all paralize'.

Dere a deacon in dis chusch,

mighty culiar thing,

Day man can pray so loud

Dat de rafters shak and ring.

Talk about de Chrstian warfare,

And de Kingdom in de heaven,

And dere aint a gambler on de avenue

What can roll a better seven.

O I tellin' you my brother,

I declare with all my might,

Quit you double dealin',

Walk by faith, and not by sight.

I now is bout to close.

I believe I said enough.

Scuse me a little while ..while I

Take a drink of dis here stuff.

New I hope you will

and determine here today.

To keep yo' feet a goin' in--

in the straight and narrow way.

And always remember

If you ever sees dis here preacher

And he aint doin right?

MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!

WALK BY FAITH AND NOT BY SIGHT!

Pastor Cal. Rock. (1949?)