I know a merry clergyman
Who’s very very high,
It’s hard to tell if he’s on earth
Or orbiting the sky
 

I know a gentle clergyman
Who’s very very low,
But if he’s here or underneath
It’s difficult to know.

I know a kindly clergyman
Who’s very very wide
We cannot judge if he’s within
Or somewhere far outside.

Yet all the three, with one accord,
Infallibly agree
To serve in simple loyalty
Within the C. of E.

Some say the age of miracles
Will never come again
Yet here’s a strange phenomenon
That no one can explain.

S.J. Forrest

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