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]