Church

Popularly, the Body of Christ; So, watch your thanks giving after a heist, Each Sunday Christians surface in a church, They have joyously gone there for Christ’s search Every day in one power-packed prayers; They’re a permanent debt for us, payers… No one easily joins a church choir: A sure voice Good and Bad ones require; The real church has to be shaped like a Cross, A winder they now mount ones that look gross; Of a truth a painful artistic loss; Some in their churches sing Secular Ross… Yes, a part of the church is The Nave And that’s exactly the section I crave! Why should I stay in a Church’s Transept, If I’d gone there earlier for The Precept… Nothing wrong about the vast stone statues; They’re there as strict reminders of virtues; My prayers after every church sermon: They would disappear demons and mammon.