Sunday morning golf
Article in todays Daily Sun by Nancy Wood regarding Sunday golfers not in church.
The Rev. Alan Liphart at The World of Golf Village, St Augustine used the following poem in one of his services.
I thought it quite clever and funny.
The Lord is watching me, I dont like my chances,
He maketh balls lie down in deep rough
He leadeth shots into still waters
He restoreth my slice
He leadeth me down the wrong cart path cofused for his name's sake
Yea though I drive through, past the valley of bunkers, I still fear those sand traps
My irons and putters confound me
Thou preparest a fast green before me in the presence of my foursome
Thou annointest my brow with sweat
My ball runneth over the cup
Surely birdies and pars will elude me all the days of my life
Untill I dwell in the house of the Lord on Sunday mornings.
-Unknown
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