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Disciple

I will follow you.

I will go to the ends of the earth for you
so long as the earth is round. 

I will die to the flesh
in the sure and certain hope of resurrection.

I will put away the old man
for safe keeping.

Your yoke is easy—
that's good.
I don't mind what it costs
if I can afford it.

I don't mind doing my bit on the cross.
We could have a rota.
Put me down for a couple of hours
Sunday evening

and please don't use nails.

I will follow you
carefully,
with helpful advice.

I will follow you
wherever I want to go.