Covid Rules
The rules then came to church,
leaving us in the lurch.
No hymns to contribute,
but comes a substitute
as long sermon in place,
lecture to fill the space.
No hymns it seems so lame,
making our worship tame.
Preacher perched on pulpit,
trying to raise spirit
but with no hymns to sing
'tis a sad offering.
The rules then came to church,
leaving us in the lurch.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2021
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