WE ENJOY OURSELVES BEHIND THE CHURCH WALLS, AND AFRAID TO GO OUT INTO THE STREETS.  WE ARE ASKED TO WIN SOULS TO CHRIST, YET, WE ARE AFRAID, FEARING WHO WE MIGHT MEET.
WE ENJOY OURSELVES BEHIND THE CHURCH WALLS, BUT FAIL TO VISIT THE OLD FOLKS HOME.  THEY WILL WELCOME US WITH OPEN ARMS, THEY'RE TIRED OF BEING ALONE.
WE ENJOY OURSELVES BEHIND THE CHURCH WALLS, FORGETTING ALL ABOUT THE HOMELESS.  WE HAVE A TENDENCY TO LOOK DOWN ON THEM, NOT CARING IF THEY ARE BLESSED.
WE ENJOY OURSELVES BEHIND THE CHURCH WALLS, DANCING AND SHOUTING, ALL OVER THE CHURCH FLOORS.  WHEN IT COME TIME TO BRING THE LOST IN, WE FAIL TO GO DOOR TO DOOR.
BY, AUTHOR & POET, SANDRA JUANITA NAILING