The Pastor's Friend

" The Church is dead, " said brother Brown;
" It's true, " said Gossip. " It's sure going down. "
" I'm gonna quit, " brother Gad-about 'lowed,
" And go where there is a much bigger crowd. "
Sister Selfish, too, was sure she could see —
" Not a soul in church 'preciates me. "
Said brother Grumble, " I don't see why
The Sunday school's dead and the meeting's dry. "
But good brother Faithful sat in his place;
The sunshine of heaven abeamin' on his face;
The good saint worshiped in prayer and song;
And to him — there wasn't a single thing wrong!
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