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An old farmer went to the city one weekend and
attended the big city church. He came home and his wife asked him
how it was.
"Well," said the farmer, "It was good. They did
something different, however. They sang praise choruses instead of
hymns."
"Praise choruses," said his wife, "What are
those?"
"Oh, they're okay. They're sort of like hymns, only
different," said the farmer.
"Well, what's the difference?" asked the wife.
The farmer said, "Well, it's like this. If I were to say to
you,
Martha, the cows are in the corn,'
well that would be a hymn.
If on the other hand I was to say to you, 'Martha,
Martha, Martha, Oh Martha, MARTHA, MARTHA, the cows, the big cows,
the brown cows, the black cows, the white cows, the black and white
cows, the COWS, COWS, COWS, are in the corn, are in the corn, are in
the corn, are in the corn,' well, that
would be a praise chorus."
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