Breanna, Come To Church Poem by Randy McClave

Breanna, grab your jacket and your purse
It's time for you to go to church,
I don't want to hear any of your excuses
To the Lord, they are all useless.
If you enjoy going to clubs and to concerts
To here and there and on the outskirts,
Don't give an excuse why to church you can't go
Remember, God already does know.
Come to church without worries or fear
And I promise you a good sermon you will hear,
And then if you have the want or the desire
You can sing along with the rest of us in our choir.
God wants you to fellowship with others
And the church I attend has great sisters and brothers,
You can also join our church's hen coup
Really known as the ladies group.
So, come to our church for prayer
And you know what, God is always there,
Jesus had the lame walk and also the blind to see
I think there is no excuse that you can't come, don't you agree.
If you don't have a Bible, we'll loan you one
If you need a ride to church, your on,
I don't know what else that I can truly tell
Besides, your daddy will be there waiting as well.

Randy L. McClave