This Old Church

It's a beautiful old church isn't it?

Oh yes, Rich in Tradition
Steeped in Love
Grand in its own Humble way

You have served it faithfully.

I've tried, my Father helped build it
I've served countless, meals, made millions of cups of coffee
I play the piano and print the bulletins

In return it has given you much.

Without question, I've had a place to laugh and cry
a place for family to grow
a place for my Mother to die

But now, what will become of this church

I don't know, families are fading
members are aging
Soon this church will die

And if it does, what will you do?

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