​‘Worship Welcome’ by Holly

I wandered, searching for a pew
With gloss or cushion, vault or hall,
A congregation, vast or few,
Befriending siblings of the stall;
A group with welcome in their heart,
And ready kindness to impart.
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A wave of music swept the room
Curtailing chat and calling prayers:
Binding threads within a loom
Of praise to God and rest for cares:
I prayed - and prayed - focusing thought 
On woes and blessings I had brought.

For oft when on my couch I sit,
On worldly ails I'm apt to brood,
And long for help to make me fit
To share the load and lift the mood,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances, Lord, through vales and hills.

(With an apology to William Wordsworth for sullying his style.)