A guy joins a monastery and takes a vow of silence: he’s
allowed to say two words every seven years.
After the first seven years, the elders bring him in and ask
for his two words. "Cold floors," he says. They nod and send
him away.
Seven more years pass. They bring him back in and ask for
his two words. He clears his throats and says, "Bad food."
They nod and send him away.
Seven more years pass. They bring him in for his two words.
"I quit," he says. "That's not surprising," the elders say.
"You've done nothing but complain since you got here."
Your Faith gives me strength Your smiles wash away my sorrows your touch heals my wounds You are in my blood and my soul… There is nothing more I want from this world but you my Messiah