The Poet

LEAD ME TO CHURCH

 

 

Lead me to church

And I don’t mean the Lord’s house

Or to a place of worship

Surrounded by my kind

 

Lead me to church

And I don’t mean to the synagogue

But far away from the priests

The scriptures and the news

 

Lead me to church

Where red roses grow

And a deer runs free

By the streams that flow

 

In a place where parrots sing

But no church bell rings

Only a joyful chorus

That blends with the morning sun