At last he came to church today
Six neighbors carried him that way
But, when he passed the portals straight
Another had to swing the gate.
Another opened wide the door,
For he could not open it no more
But now at last he came in search
Of something that they have in church
The Preacher spoke a helpful word
And yet, I wonder if he heard
Or, if he heard, had he understood
His hearing now, was not so good
He was made welcome, for all men
Are always welcome, even then
And yet he would have been, I know
As welcome, years and years ago
We all must go to church one day
But some of us too long, delay
The words of comfort by our bier
We could have come in life to hear
For here to greet us, waits a friend
At the beginning...not the end
Religion is for the living...aye
To live by...not alone to die
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