Nobody Says Amen
We come in early and we take our pew,
And we sit there quietly for an hour or two.
The preacher has a cute little sermonette,
And he starts with a joke so we won't forget.
Some of us mumble a few short songs--
No instrumental music, for we know that's wrong.
We take communion with a somber face,
And we throw in a dollar when they pass the plate.
We repeat long prayers with heads bowed low,
Shakes hands all around, grab our Bibles and go.
The strongest of us will return at dark;
For when the doors are opened, we take our part.
In decency and order we place great store,
But nobody says amen anymore.
Tina Rae Collins