The Servic; growing up

When I was growing up I attended church services with my mother. We went to
almost every Sunday services and Prayer Meetings. Daddy attended once a year
to see the Christmas play, in which I usually had a part in.

The Service!
By L. Don Oliver

All the members got together,
To conduct a service in his name;
They sent out many notices,
But there was no one that came;

The Lord dipped his mighty sword,
The lightening streaked all around;
Then he clapped his mighty hands,
And there came a thunderous sound;

It rained for forty days and nights,
They climbed trees that were low;
They tried to escape his wrath,
Alas, they were too slow;

The next service that was given,
They came on their own accord;
Reasoning it was much safer,
To never tempt the Lord;