Missing the Point: Psalm 100

I went to church to find the Lord,
    Instead I found my friends,
    And sat upon the pew with them
And found that I was bored.

I looked around at wall and spire,
    I listened to the Word.
    I thought about the day ahead
And found no holy fire.

I think I erred in knowing where
    To look to find the Lord.
    I sat below the lofty roof
And said my prayer there,

But he is not within the space
    To which I weekly go—
    Both friends and walls they merely point
Beyond to holy face.

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