Last Sunday I attended your church.
Your sermon was, "Okay".
You told of mansions in God"s house
He's building for our stay,
With what we Christians send ahead;
Precious stones, wood or hay.

I heard you tell how we should love,
For God is love, you know;
And on this earth in service
Our heavenly treasure sow-
That our love for Jesus
Might daily stronger grow.

I heard you tell of heaven,
And how Christians ought to feel
Toward earthly treasures vainly stored
Where thieves break through and steal.
You spoke sincerely every word,
And I felt you faith was real.

But, when the last song had been sung,
And, the benediction said:
I left with saddened heart and soul:
Is this why Jesus bled?
You see, no one had welcomed me, and
I knew your church was dead.

For if your hearts did overflow
With love from God, you see,
There would have been so many friends
Waiting to speak to me, and
In that fellowship so sweet,
We'd close to heaven be.

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