Improvements

Praise we try and
Miserably.
Worship planned
Is likewise drab.
Meticulous we track it down,
The cause for God's apparent frown.
We choose a cleric of renown
And decorate 'till all in town
Will wonder at our belfry's sound
But never way to enter find
And by that time we don't much mind
For worries plague on every side.
We need someone who's worth our pride
To play with grace that won't seem crass
Our cymbals and our sounding brass.

Ross Olson

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