A Church Home Poem by Mary Ryan

My life was shattered, I was broken and in pain
So much I'd lost I thought there was nothing to gain
My past lay behind me, my future unknown
And a place I was seeking, a church to call 'Home'
So lonely and uncertain a stranger I came
You made me feel welcome although you didn't know my name
God's love was shown in so many ways
Friends I've found to brighten my days
Now a choice I have made, this church I call 'Home'
And as long as I'm here, I'll never be alone
My desire is to serve Him, faithful and true
And make others welcome by showing His love too

(For the people at First Baptist Church in Clinton, MO)