If after Church, you wait awhile,
Someone may greet you with a smile,
But, if you quickly rise and flee,
We'll all seem cold and stiff, maybe
The one beside you in the pew
Is, perhaps a stranger too.
All here, like you, have fears and cares,
All of us need each other's prayers,
In fellowship we bid you meet,
With us around God's Mercy Seat.

Submitted by Wynne Hirst