Church Poem by Leandra Gebrakedan

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