Regular Attendance As Seen By Some
I missed you Sunday as I walked to my pew,
I looked all around but did not see you.
I asked a sister if she knew where you were,
But a shrug of the shoulder was all I got from her.
I went on to a seat and got settled in,
Opened my book to the selected hymn.
I kept looking back as starting time drew near,
I still did not see you and I started to fear.
Could you be sick alone in your bed?
As I wondered I scratched my head.
I should have called on you last week,
But I had too many appointments I wanted to keep.
Well, no use to worry about it now,
I tried to keep the worried look off of my brow.
I looked around the room, so many strange faces,
I wondered if they came from different places.
Maybe a church had a big split,
And we got some that left from it.
Whatís that song, I donít know the tune,
But then I ainít been here since last June.
I made a promise that I would do better,
Before the Elders sent me a letter. - Don Boice
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