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| Poem by William Mullins |
| Come to our church - sit down and pray, listen to what the Minister has to say. He sounds good, but he is just here for the day. We are hoping a steady Minister comes our way. Our hearts are heavy as we look around. Years ago there wasn't a set to be found. Empty pews is what we see now. We love our church and we hope it improves somehow. Funds are low and work needs done. We need the help of everyone. So, roll up your sleeves and don't despair, for our church we will always be there. |
| FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS |