A Letter to the Church

by Douglas Freeman
(Angie, Louisiana)

God I need some help, to be quite honest I need a break
These people are driving me crazy, it is almost more than I can take
Perhaps some place better, some where else instead
Just look at these lines in my face, and the gray hair on my head
I thought that was what family was for, I thought I understood
God might you send me somewhere else, please God if you could
How many times these words, have entered my mind
And since God knows our every thought, I figured it was time
To share what God has made known, to even a rascal like me
This is the place, I am suppose to be
That is bad news, I know you hoped for better
But you are stuck with me, till He tells me to move my letter
Now I know I'm not James, or Peter, nor am I a Paul
But it looks like were are in it together, for the long haul
Let's look at this thing positively, through the eyes of God if we might
For it is God Who has given us, the gift of sight
God must really love you all, it's plain to see
To give ya'll someone special, special like me
To teach you patience, and forgiveness, for what more could you ask
He must have known, you were up to the task
And yes, He must love me too
For He gave me, each of you
And for what it is worth, there is no place I would rather be
And the truth is, they probably would not even have me
And thanks be to God, holy, righteous, and true
For placing me here, with each of you
Yours Truly Douglas Freeman