The Glory Has Departed


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Friday, January 30, 2015

Who Said You're Allowed To Rain on My Parade?
Thrivent Objections? LCMS Objections? WELS Objections?
Bueller? Bueller? Anyone?

ELCA Bishop Guy Erwin was the Professor of Confessional Lutheran Studies
at Thousand Oaks College, ELCA when he suddenly became a pastor,
then a bishop two years later.

WELS de-sensitizing efforts are posted here.

"Openly gay Lutheran bishop-elect Guy Erwin will join the contingent of Lutherans who participate in the Los Angeles Pride march tomorrow. It's been a tradition for the Lutheran bishop to ride in a car during the march, and Erwin will now be able to ride as Bishop-elect." http://www.glaad.org/tags/guy-erwin

Don't tell me not to live,
Just sit and putter,
Life's candy and the sun's
A ball of butter.
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!

Don't tell me not to fly--
I've simply got to.
If someone takes a spill,
It's me and not you.
Who told you you're allowed
To rain on my parade!

I'll march my band out,
I'll beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out,
Your turn at bat, sir.
At least I didn't fake it.

Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it!
But whether I'm the rose
Of sheer perfection,
Or freckle on the nose
Of life's complexion,
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye,

I gotta fly once,
I gotta try once,
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy,
Juicy, and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir!

Get ready for me, love,
cause I'm a comer,
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer.
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!

I'm gonna live and live now,
Get what I want--I know how,
One roll for the whole she bang,
One throw, that bell will go clang,
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gun shot, and BAM

Hey, Mister Arnstein,
Here I am!
I'll march my band out,
I'll beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out,Your turn at bat, sir,
At least I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it.

Get ready for me, love,
'cause I'm a comer,
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer.
Nobody, no, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade!

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