Let It Fall Fallen Uzza
When the oxen stumbled, O my, the Ark of God slid forth, slipping, sliding, this precious article of great worth. And David, the singers, yea, even the good folks all around, watched it teeter, and totter, thus hover above the ground. Nay, no way, it shall in nowise fall, good man Uzza, nearby,
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