ONLINE CHURCH BULLETIN
Worship From A Mother’s Point of View
I wish I knew who wrote this piece so I could give credit, but I don't. It has a point we all need to hear. (Dan Gulley)
It's Sunday morning and here we are
In the church parking lot, sitting in the car.
Little Joey refuses to get out of his seat
Because he's pulled his shoes and socks off his feet[
The baby's screaming and now turning red
Because brother Joey just hit her on the head.
I think to myself, Lord, see me through
As I do my best just to worship you.
My concentration isn't too good at times,
So please Lord, just read between the lines!"
When the preacher says, "Good morning" and Joey yells, "Hi,"
And the baby starts crying, I slump and sigh.
As I pull little Joey from underneath the seat
Where he had been playing with one of the elders' feet,
And then the baby smiles and burps real loud,
I hear a chuckle run through the crowd!
Now the communion is passed and Joey stands up
And asks for a drink from "that little cup."
"And a cracker, too, Mommy," he shouts out loud,
And once again a chuckle comes from the crowd.
And just as Joey insists he needs a drink,
I think the baby is beginning to stink!
When Joey is almost completely out of the row,
The last prayer is said, and now it's time to go.
As one more Sunday is over, and for home we run,
I sometimes wonder why I bother to come,
When struggling with children is all I get done.
But I know in my heart that what I'm doing is right
As Joey lies down and says his prayers at night.
He blesses his family, one and all,
And asks to be a Christian when he grows tall!