In Sunday School the teacher led
The children in their prayer,
Reminding them to not forget
That God is everywhere.

"He even lives in your own home,"
She told them solemnly;
"Can anyone now tell us where
In your house that would be?"

Young Johnny raised his hand, "God lives
In our bathroom, I know!"
The teacher was surprised and asked,
"What makes you think that's so?"

"Well, every morning," Johnny said,
"My Dad begins to swear
And pound upon the door and yell,
'My God, you're still in there?' "

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