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Oh sure, I know church.
I’ve been there before
I’ve been its keeper at the door.
And sat in a pew and listened. Or taught.
Or read, as those before me did.
Sure, I know “Church. The structure
of Truth and Love . . . ” *
*Is this the church I attend?
And pray for and defend?
And how? By my daily prayers?
My willingness to serve?
Giving of my time and “heart’s rich overflow”?**
**Or am I content to just not go?
Let others pray, and serve, and give,
And in my little world I’ll live.
But “Awake!” I heard, which woke me
From this mortal dream of apathy and lack
From Him I got the call
And heard the “Welcome back!”
No stranger anymore
As I walked humbly, through the open door.
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