Friday, March 31, 2017
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
When You Aren't At Church
The place was quiet without your voice
We missed your gleaming face
We were so sad to look and see your
vacant, empty place.
We hope you are not sick
Nor mortally depressed
We hope your car is working well
No wounds needing dressed
With anxious eyes we'll watch the door
Your car wheels sound the fife
We hope next Sunday you will join
Your friends at Bread of Life.
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