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				 The Prison Choir 
 
			
			While I was preaching in a church in Mississippi, the pastor announced that their prison choir would be singing the following evening. I wasn't aware there was a prison in the vicinity and I looked forward to hearing them. 
 The next evening, I was puzzled when members of the church approached the stage.  Then the pastor introduced them.
 
 "This is our prison choir," he said, "behind a few bars and always looking for the key."
 
 I resemble this...
 
				__________________...So don't sit upon the shoreline and say you're satisfied,
 Choose to chance the rapids and dare to dance that tide
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