Church, through the eyes of a child

On Sunday, church interrupted play
It was not where we wanted to be
not what we wanted to do, we sat in the pew
short, there was little we could see

Listening to other's talk was a crock
other's testimonies we found boring
speech so dry, our thoughts would fly
even our father was snoring

Then stood up an old lady, by the name of O'grady
At first no one noticed a thing, then came a shocker
speech left her lips in garbles, she said as a child she lost her marbles
God told her to find them under her chair by going off her rocker