I sure hope I’ll make it out

Depite my gimpy leg…

Getting to our church service

Will raise spirits a peg!

Other people slog through woods

And jungles getting there…

I just have to drive the car,

It almost seems unfair.

They, through great hardship,

Manage to attend each week…

I’ll miss if too tied

Or my leg begins to leak.

Each has their own suffering,

None like that of our Lord…

The more often we attend His church

The more often restored.

God accepts worship anywhere, but a crowd

Seems to be His favorite way hearing then sing loud…

Security in numbers–thousands are a thrill.

Taking tme to assemble is His joy and will.

–Jonathan Caswell

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