I wondered if I’d pass this way again.
Stained glass shimmers in the morning sun;
Worship service ends at half past ten.
“I miss them,” was my thinking now and then;
My soul’s rest in God had just begun.
I wondered if I’d pass this way again.
Bible studies met an idle pen
And contemplation formed a church of one.
Worship service ends at half past ten.
This morning, though, I remembered when
They welcomed me in late October’s sun.
I wondered if I’d pass this way again.
Emerging from the womb of my den,
I join old friends to praise the risen Son.
Worship service ends at half past ten.
Voices soar in praise and sweetly blend,
Recalling days “when we had first begun.”
Grateful that I’ve passed this way again;
Worship need not end at half past ten.
As I Write and Breathe 