Perhaps This Church Isn't Where I Should Be?

In church, I don't know who's a

 “brother” or "friend."
I see this happening over and over again.

 I shake a few hands and say

 "How are you?"
Beyond this, I'm not sure what to do.

I spend 5 minutes to say hi to the

 person next to me.
I often wonder if they really want

 to sit by me.

They're often busy, as if like they

 don't care.
They want the pastor to hurry and soon

"they're out of there."

It's such a "shallow" relationship.

 It's hard to explain.
When I leave, I'm sure no one

know my name.

I know that in heaven, it won't be this way.
I'm looking forward to being with Jesus

that glorious day.

I'll join the heavenly choir and rejoice.
I'll hear saints of heaven gathered

 in one voice.

Where Jesus is, is the place

 I should be.
Perhaps this church isn't 

meant for me?

By Jim Pemberton   (c) 2020