The same folks came each week
And sat in the back two rows.
No one was ever invited
No Toms, no Harrys or Joes.
The same old hymns were sung
and a dollar put in the plate.
After prayers they ran to their cars
because they could hardly wait.
They were loving people
and very loyal and true .
But they didn’t share the faith
and their church never grew.
At the annual meeting
all the reports were made.
One question was about their growth.
Pastor’s report was not delayed.
How many conversion last year?
How many souls were “won”?
“the furnace is now propane gas,
so I guess conversions were one!”
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Newfie Hugs, Rose
Cheers,
Dan
Like they go to the store for their quart of milk.
Georg