Sez I to myself, as I grumbled and growled,

Im sick of my church, and then how I scowled.

The members unfriendly, the sermons too long;

In fact, it seems that everything’s wrong.

I don’t like the singing; the church a disgrace

For signs of neglect are all over the place.

I’ll quit going there, and wont give a dime;

I can make better use of my money and time

Then my conscience sez to me, sez he

The trouble with you is, youre blind to see

That your church reflects you, whatever it be

Now come, pray and serve cheerfully

Stop all your faultfinding and boost it up strong;

You’ll find you’ll be happy and proud to belong

Be friendly, be willing and sing as you work

For churches are not built by members who shirk.

[Source Unknown]