No Church On Sunday

We will not have church on Sunday So, at our homes we will now all pray, No longer will we enjoy the fellowship Sadly on reality I take a mellow grip. There will be no more Sunday school No more teaching of the Golden Rule, And no more children being taught a Bible lesson No more will they be asking a biblical question. The Pastor will no longer be preaching The Sunday School teachers will no longer be teaching, And the congregation won't be praising and singing No lost souls will members now be bringing. The deacons will now all be gone Our Christian pianist will also have moved on, And no longer will we be giving our tithes Which has helped many souls and lives. Now Sunday's at my Church Now for a pew for no more will we save or search, No more family or friends will be there An empty building you'll see if you stare. As the Pastor leaves and shuts the Church's door He won't hear the church's doorbell anymore, A tear is all that I can give, I have supposed Because, my Church is now forever closed. Randy L. McClave