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I went to church last Sunday

Was a pleasant place to be,



Friendly sorts of people

Came and greeted me.



People came to shake my hand

Some to share a smile,



Soon the room began to fill

After a short while.



I went to church last Sunday

Not knowing what would be,



All that I could  think about

Was who will sit with me.



It wasn’t in the sermon

Although it was quite grand,



It was in a smile

When I shook his hand.



I went to church last Sunday

Wondering and fear,



I talked to Jesus quietly

I had the Saviors ear.



I told Him of my worry

I told Him of my dread,



Then my precious Jesus

Calmed my heart instead.



They started shaking hands

Then something really odd,



In the smile of a child

I saw the face of God.