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Run, Rat, Run (Second Version)

Run, rat, run! Run as fast as you can. You must run to earn your bread! If you stop running, You will earn nothing And you won’t be able to get fed. Run, rat, run! Run early in the morning Or run late into the night. Either wake up before Mr. Sun Or wake up with the Man in the Moon For you cannot afford respite. Run, rat, run! You’re the best runner we have! The most successful racer by far! Keep running at this pace And you just might win the race! Thank you for giving us all that you are. Run, rat, run! What’s this? You want extra crumbs? Proposturous! Utterly ridiculous! You’re not even that speedy And you’re already being greedy. You cannot possibly be serious. Run, rat, run! Don’t slow down now Though you puff and you pant for air. If you keep running You will stop foolishly thinking That this life isn’t right or fair. Run rat run! Don’t stop now! You must run all day, all night long! If you really hope to thrive And you really want to survive  You must continue to run strong!...

Church Without the Church

The church had crumbled down from the hurricane last night,

No one was hurt, thankfully, though the loud crash did cause a fright,

Its wooden beams were now splinters, and its frame was battered

Its stained-glass window of Jesus on the cross lay on the ground, shattered.

The church would be rebuilt, of course, there was no reason why not.

“After all, we can’t have church without a church,” the pastor thought.

 

The construction days were mostly rainy, so progress was slow,

The construction was then postponed some more because of unexpected snow.

The weeks turned into a month, and still, there was no preaching,

There were no hymns of praise to God or Sunday school teaching.

“This is no good,” the congregation thought.

“We can’t have church without a church. This is a tough spot.”

 

The pastor sat somberly in his house by his windowsill,

He saw that the church that was supposed to be fixed was a wooden skeleton still.

“This is no good,” the pastor said. “This is not good at all.

We can’t have church without a church. At this rate, it won’t be done till next fall!”

His wife thought for a moment, and overcame her shyness and fear,

“Maybe we should invite the whole congregation here.”

 

The pastor considered this idea, though he wasn’t sure about its merit.

Church was supposed to happen at church, wasn’t it?

But it had been too long since they’ve gotten together in worship and prayer,

Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing, at least not until the church’s repair.

The congregation gathered together at the pastor’s house that Sunday,

It was a fire in the cold of winter; it was a wonderful, excellent day.

 

They sang hymns of worship, the pastor preached the word,

They all prayed together; the voice of God was heard.

They invited the Holy Spirit to come take residence,

Then everyone could feel the house fill with God’s presence.

They couldn’t have church without the church, but the church wasn’t a building with a roof,

It was the gathering of believers who worshipped the Father in spirit and in truth.

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