A Pastor's Wish

Oh how I wish our church would grow, seems our attendance has been low. What great blessings our church could reap, if only they would stop falling asleep. The sanctuary was too hot or maybe cold, why not buy softer pews I am often told. The music was too loud or sermon too long, you never sing my favorite song. Just one week without a complaint, so unbelievable I would probably faint. The basement floods and the van don’t work, then the council fired my only clerk. There are those who gossip and fight, who stir up trouble just for spite. So I am also a fireman and a cop, as well as a baby-sitter nonstop. Oh how I wish my church would grow, so I could meet new people I didn’t know.