Legacy
The guilty old rector
Knowing all the years
It was all about the money
In a moment of honesty
Asked if I'd speak at my
Own funeral
He confessed
He really didn't know me
And he was frankly weary
Of saying
What a legacy
What a legacy
To strangers families
I said it sounds good
So I asked,
what's in it for me?
Why, I'll preach you into
Heaven knowingly
For free.
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