by Penny Jean Pratt

I'm sorry I'm not here to read this today,
But I'm at a funeral, my husband's brother to lay.

I just wanted to tell you somewhat how I feel,
And through this short poem I hope to reveal

This church family, I have come to love,
With no doubt at all, your from God above.

When I'm in need or when I'm down,
God whispers softly "look around".

I look around, and what I see,
Your love for God, I feel unworthy.

Don't get me wrong, I love God too,
But sometimes it seems, not as much as you.

The feeling I get when I walk in the door,
A love so godly, I come back for more.

The love you give, to all that enter,
Fills my eyes with tears and makes my heart so tender.

With arms wide open, is how you greet me
Since the first time I came here, you treat me like family.

Don't ever think, you don't make a difference
Cause what I see and feel, I am a witness.

Continue with God, for all of your days,
And never forget, to give Him your praise.

I thank all of you, here in this room,
Cause this is more than just church, this is my home.