The funny poem below was published by a vicar back in the 19th century. I am sure that I've been all of these people at one time or other (allowing of course for some modification here and there) but I now pray God that I might be more the last on the list...
SOME GO TO CHURCH
Some go to church just for a walk,
Some go to stare and
laugh and talk,
Some go there to meet
a friend,
Some their idle time
to spend,
Some for general
observation,
Some for private
speculation,
Some to seek or find
a lover,
Some a courtship to
discover,
Some go there to use
their eyes,
And newest fashions
criticise,
Some to show their
own smart dress,
Some their neighbours
to assess;
Some to scan a robe
or bonnet,
Some to price the
trimming on it,
Some to learn the
latest news,
That friends at home
they may amuse,
Some to gossip false
and true,
Safe within the
sheltering pew,
Some go there to
please the squire,
Some his daughter to
admire,
Some the parson go to
fawn,
Some to lounge and
some to yawn,
Some to claim the
parish doles,
Some for bread and
some for coals,
Some because it's
thought genteel,
Some to vaunt their
pious zeal,
Some to show how
sweet they sing,
Some how loud their
voices ring,
Some the preacher go
to hear,
His style of voice to
praise or jeer,
Some their sins to
vanish o'er,
Some to sit and doze
and nod,
But few to kneel and
worship God.
Why do you go to church?
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