Churches
Who remembers when the pilgrims
First set foot upon this sod
They didn’t have any churches
Just their freedom to worship God
They probably had their Bible
And some foodstuff on hand
And bowed their head in thankfulness
For this beautiful foreign land
Now we have beautiful churches
Just about everywhere I guess
As I gaze at them I wonder
Who are we trying to impress?
Churches always seem to be striving
To add another room or so
Is this our monument to God
I’d really like to know
I’ve always felt you could worship god
Where ever you happen to be
Especially when you felt you were
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
