The urges, the lift, honey, the secretary bounces in, you called me she says. She gets a thrill, guess who wants to do her, the president. She twirls, has a school girl look. Five minutes later, she wipes the sweat from her brow, his. What they do for the brave and powerful. An example passed on, down the chain, the same occurs, it comes from the top, the president. The Pope hears the reports, a man without an office doing the miraculous, we need control of that. God hears of the schemes, has a plan to deal with all, who think like they are presidents, amen.
Solomon sighed, now wonderful it was, to have won the approval of God, priceless.