I Hope you enjoy my poetry.

I sit in church and look around
But there is nothing to be found

I look for peace
I look for love
Yet there's no comfort from above
Has He left my faith to die?
All I can do is sit and cry.

I sit in church and look around
but there is nothing to be found

How can a church be so cruel
they've even lost the Golden Rule
This is not how church should be
Church should always look to Thee.

I simply do not understand
but maybe I've lost hold of His hand.

I sit in church and look around
but there is nothing to be found

I am not terribly afraid
I've been taught to be brave
Sometimes it's hard to find the trust
when all you see is all the dust
No sparkle,
no shine...
just memories I must leave behind

Mom says it will be okay,
but will I ever forget this day?

I sit in church and look around
But there is nothing to be found.


Easter, '98    E. Canady