There were many good reasons
Not to go—
Too tired,
Too depressed,
Too busy—
Besides, it's cold and wet outside.
Give up, error. Love's pull is stronger.
I slowly get ready.
My daughter resists:
These socks hurt,
These shoes don't fit,
This dress is tight. . . .
Besides, it's cold and wet outside.
Give up, error. Love's pull is stronger.
Cold and wet, we arrive at the door.
The usher smiles warmly;
Tiredness vanishes.
The first hymn is sung;
Depression is lifted.
The readings begin.
Give up, error. Love's pull is stronger.
Then come the testimonies
Bringing insight and inspiration.
These people had problems too,
But they worked them out—
Listening to God, not error;
Being firm, not giving in.
Give up, error. Love's pull is stronger.
Uplifted and joyous,
I resolve to do better.
My problems have diminished
To a manageable size.
I go to the nursery
To pick up my daughter.
Give up, error. Love's pull is stronger.
My daughter's smile greets me.
No complaints are made,
No unhappiness remembered.
We step outside;
The rain has stopped.
The cold? We don't feel it.
Error gave up. Love's pull is stronger.
