Dear Sister Brown

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Dear beloved sister Brown,

When the world calls you a clown,

And people persecute you in town,

So that your spirit man is down,

Because you will not pollute your gown,

Just remember the Master’s promised crown.

When your life satan fills

With sorrow and ills,

So poor you can’t pay your bill

Or buy even a pill

For your beloved Jill

Who’s weak and ill;

For him satan wants to kill

His blood ready to spill

Just remain in God’s will,

And all your storms Jesus will still.

When the world tempts you with gold

And squeezes you into its mold

So that your faith becomes cold

And you stray from God’s fold,

Just remember Jesus’ promise of old

To all those who are holy and bold:

“One day, my face you will behold

And my hand you will hold,

And you will have riches untold.”