If this is not a place where tears are understood, Then where shall I go to cry? And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings, Then where shall I go to fly? I don't need another place for trying to impress you With just how good and virtuous I am. I don't need another place for always being on top of things; Everybody knows that it's a sham. I don't need another place for always wearing smiles, Even when it's not the way I feel. I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes; Everybody knows that it's not real. So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked, Then where shall I go to seek? And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard, Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak? So if this is not a place where tears are understood, Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly? -- Ken Medema
A GREAT QUESTION FOR ANYONE?
ReplyDeleteIf you were a patient, would you come to your office?
If you were a child, would you pick your home?
If you were a student, would you come to your classroom?
If you were hungry, would you come to your restaurant?
IT ALL COMES DOWN TO ONE THING... TREAT OTHERS THE WAY YOU WANT TO BE TREATED!!!!!
Follw up Question could be: What would you change?
ReplyDeleteI would attend my church, if they got a new pastor....
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