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.
