Hymns vs Praise Choruses

This is not mine, and I don't know the author, but my daughter said I should post it, even though I am not able to give credit. So, if it is yours...here goes. After a farmer attended church in the "big city," his wife wanted to know how it was. "Well," said the farmer, "it was good, but different. They sang praise choruses instead of hymns." "What are those?" asked his curious wife. "Oh, they are sort of like hymns, only different. If I were to say to you, 'Martha, the cows are in the corn'--well, that would be a hymn. If on the other hand I were to say to you: "Martha, Martha, Martha Oh, Martha, MARTHA, MARTHA, the cows, the big cows, the brown cows, the black cows, the white cows, the black and white cows, the COWS, COWS, COWS are in the corn, are in the corn , are in the corn, are in the corn, the CORN, CORN, CORN." "Then, if I were to repeat the whole thing two or three times, well, that would be a praise chorus." The next weekend, his nephew, a young, Christian from the big city came to visit his Uncle Joe and Aunt Martha. He attended their local church in the small town. When he went home his mother asked him how it was. "Well, it was good, but different," he replied. "They sang hymns instead of praise choruses." Asked to describe the difference, he said: "If Uncle Joe were to say to Martha, 'Martha, the cows are in the corn'--well, that would be a praise chorus. If on the other hand, he were to say to her: "Oh, Martha, dear Martha, hear thou my cry, Inclinest thine ear to the words of my mouth. Turn thou thy whole wondrous ear by and by To the righteous, inimitable, glorious truth. "For the way of the animals who can explain There in their heads is no shadow of sense Hearkenest they in God's sun or His rain Unless for the mild, tempting corn they are fenced. "Yea, those cows in glad bovine, rebellious delight Have broke free their shackles, their warm pens eschewed Then goaded by minions of darkness and night They all mild Chilliwack sweet corn have chewed. "So look to the bright shining day by and by Where all foul corruptions of earth are reborn Where no vicious animals make my soul cry And I no longer see those foul cows in the corn' "Then, if he were to do only verses one, three and four and do a key change on the last verse, well, that would be a hymn."