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Told you once about your friends and neighbours
They were always seeking but they’ll never find it
It’s alright
Yes, it’s alright

Where to go and where to see
It’s always been that way and it can never be
It’s alright
Yes, it’s alright

Give it all and ask for no return
And very soon you’ll see and you’ll begin to learn
That it’s alright
Yes, it’s alright

No it’s not.

It wasn’t alright by Jesus and it isn’t alright by me.

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The Anglican Church Synod can say anything they goddamn like, and craven quasi-Christians can quote Robert Enright and declare that victims are simply survivor until the cows home.

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But the simple fact is that if any of these people had listened to a single word of the Lord’s Sermon from the Mount we wouldn’t even be having this conversation.

Yet despite all that has happened, I still love Jesus.

Dearly.

Because he loves me.

And doesn’t bed me to forgive me for my sins, but instead begs that I forgive his.

He’s a good bloke Jesus, and he’s welcome at the Bunger any day of the week.