Everybody

Everybody thinks it's great
To go to church each week
Meeting with the family
The atmosphere's unique
Gives a boost to flagging souls
A chance to be renewed
What a wondrous, awesome place
To have your sins removed.

But whilst we're getting sorted out
What do we give The Lord
Preoccupation with ourselves
Means we can ill afford
To spare a moment of our time
And cast our minds on Him
Who gave His Son to set us free
From circumstances grim.

So when we go to church each week
Remember, it's to give
To praise and magnify our God
For whom we're meant to live
Forget the trials of this life
Just concentrate your all
Upon The One who has a plan
Please listen for His call.

This poem was a finalist in the October 2007 poetry contest