we're all acquainted
in one way or another
with those some day practicing
sisters and brothers

upon the church door
with bible clasp in the hand
they fall into line
to the words of scriptures grand

one week days these members
of the parishioner flock
seldom ascribe to the epistles
notes of godly stock

they **** their neighbors
with much hell fire
cussing with language
that god's kindliness didn't inspire
they mock and deride
in scorning tones
those persons who've
no Christianity in their bones

yet of the hymn book's praises
on Sunday morn they'll be singing
these some days Christians
oft look somewhat wanting