When William died, his friends all grieved,
But soon to their surprise
They saw him stir and breathe again
And open wide his eyes.

"I've been to Heaven," William said,
His voice now loud and clear;
"God checked my record carefully,
Then sent me back down here

"To tend the sick, assist the weak,
Bring help to those in need,
Make manifest to all God's love
Through every word and deed."

His friends all marveled and exclaimed,
"It's great to have you back!
But tell us, what's God like?" . . . He smiled,
"Well, first of all . . . She's black!"

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