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For years each day Jim would rise and pray;
And each week in church, he’d bow his knee
And meekly say, “Dear God, it’s Jim.”
And when he’d leave, we all could see
God’s holy presence walked with him.

Someone asked Ol’ Jim one day
Why he was so regular to church and to pray.
Said Jim with a smile and a twinkle and a nod
“It’s so one day I’ll hear ‘Dear Jim, it’s God.'”