Do you need to go to church, to be a ‘Good Christain', I say No
Before the tongues go a wagging, proclaiming "I told you so"
The sentence may be over, the subject isn't closed
I have instead, a question to pose
Where else, can you meet like-minded people
But under a churches, sloping steeple
Where else, can I hear my favourite psalm
Warm and safe in Gods Arms
My favourite psalm: Be still in the presence of the Lord
Proving to me, the pen is mightier than the sword
Each word tears through me, and touches my spirit and soul
Filling my heart with peace, and making it whole
So regularly attending church, can't make you ‘good'
But should you attend if you could?
Matthew 18: 20 for where two or three gather in my name, there I am in the midst of them
Amen!
The question is answered, before it was spoken
Come join us at church, let your spirit be woken
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