The Saturday Seven

We thought it was time to call it a day, When we saw our church going the wrong way. Our little group still needed to be fed, So we meet in our houses to study instead. Our Pastor, our friend, gathered his flock, His teaching we hear and don't watch the clock. There's peace when we meet, no one gets hurt, We love one another, we don't spread the dirt. We meet once a fortnight, our seven at eleven, With our Lord in our midst, it feels like heaven. We take our communion, the wine and the bread, Then after this the message is read. Enlightening, uplifting, it has no end, When surrounded by all our dearest of friends. Our emotion and devotion is so very clear, It's our Father there with us who we hold so dear. © Dave Timperley March 2015