A Different Kind Of Speaking

I don’t want to go to church today
I don’t want to sing or stand or pray
I wonder if anyone else feels this way
But I don’t want to go to church today.

I hope my whole day falls through
To stay at home doing what I want to do
I give enough already, too
So I hope my whole day falls through.

I’ve got enough already on my plate
And, you know, she always shows up late
I’m tired of always walking straight
‘Cause I’ve got enough on my plate.

But then the Spirit made me recall
The reason why I do it at all—
Church is more than a building, tall—
The Spirit made me recall

That church is not made for me
It’s made for Him, and tragically
I slip into this selfish mood
Forgetting wherefrom comes my Food
And He convicts me, sweet and good,
That church is not made for me.

I still don’t want to go to church today.
But I have learned that that’s okay
I’ll show up and praise Him when skies are grey
He’ll give me the strength to sing and pray
Plus, the pastor has good Words to say
To steer me clear whenever I stray
There’s blessing when God’s people stay
In His house to worship each Sunday.

That feeling, at times, does make me sway:
“I don’t want to go to church today.”
And I have learned that that’s okay—
I go anyway.