Every week we gather here
Sitting side by side in pews
Trying hard to concentrate,
Waiting for celestial news.

In your mercy, hear our prayers,
All our troubles, Lord, we bring.
Here comes the collection plate.
Up we get and have a sing!

Now the priest gets up to preach.
Wonder what we’ll have today:
More devotions, more confession,
Say your Rosary every day.

Lord, I’m asking for your help:
You can do it, you’re the Boss.
On the altar candles flicker
Before a statue on a cross.

Now at last the Mass is ending,
(Still I nurse my inner pain.)
Peace be with you, on your bikes!
And out you go into the rain.

Perhaps next week I’ll stay at home
And say my prayers to the wall.
But friends come up and talk to me.
Perhaps He’s listening after all…