I sit in a pew
I look studious
But do I hear you
As you speak to us?
A man reads God's word
Can't pay attention
My own thoughts I've heard
Causing great tension
Distractions, they mount
And pull me aside
Things to do, I count,
Ignoring my guide
Why is it mundane
To hear you word taught?
What have I to gain
From distracted thought?
Alas, I sit here
Think of other things
And wait til it's clear
What good this all brings
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