Church Of The Frozen Chosen Poem by Joye Atkinson

There was a church I visited it's windows trimmed in gold
But when I walked inside the door I suddenly felt cold
Two ushers were just standing there they looked at me and glared
When I asked where the bathroom was they pointed down the stairs
Soon I went in and found a pew the choir took it's place
But they all looked like statues as they stared off into space
When they finished singing the preacher said a prayer
With no emotion in his voice he welcomed new guest there
I really got uncomfortable and didn't know what to do
When he said Church of the Frozen Chosen is proud to welcome you
We hope you will enjoy your stay come back but please take note
Unless you want to freeze to death be sure and bring you coat
The heater isn't broken in fact it works quite well
But we begin to freeze up if someone mentions hell
We remember what the Lord to a church he once told
If you're lukewarm I'm spew you out you should be hot or cold
We've seen some churches that were hot & they gave us quite a scare
Some people started shouting raising hands up in the air
Some even started dancing and some fell on the floor
It scared us all so bad that we nearly MADE a door
We are a church built by man and we do as we please
Satan often visits here but he never seems to freeze
So if you have a strong desire to freeze a burning soul
Just bring them here to visit us we'll help you reach that goal