A WEEK WITH A CHURCH HOUSE

The Church is standing empty,
Silent and forlorn,
As the sun streams through the windows;
This is Monday Morn.

On Tuesday, all is peaceful,
The floor’s all swept and clean,
But Sunday’s wilted flowers
On the altar, still are seen.

The house itself seems hopeful,
This Wednesday afternoon;
Tonight is Prayer meeting,
The crowd should be here soon

Thursday, is a busy day,
The floors are swept again;
The Pastor’s in his study;
The Choir meets to sing.

Friday - Things move faster now;
The Pastor comes to pray;
The ladies’ Circle meets at two;
Men’s Fellowship at eight!

The church looks scrubbed and polished
As Saturday comes and goes;
Fresh flowers fill the vases;
It seems the building knows

That Sunday, with its hymns of praise,
Its sermons, and its prayers,
Will soon be here to crown the week,
And drive away all cares.

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