The day that God came into church
some strange new folk came too,
in hurry, hunger, wrong and pain
and sat the service through.

The day that God came into church
the gap seemed plain as sin
between those folk who ran the church
and those who’d just come in.

The day that God came into church
a lot of folk went out.
Some found it hard to live a faith
with nothing left to doubt.

Some left in shy embarrassment
afraid to look like fools.
Some left to found nice other clubs
with membership and rules.

Some left because their church was changed
and they were discontent.
Some at the point the penny dropped
there was no punishment.

Some left in shame; they could not see
forgiveness in God’s eye.
Some realised their power was gone;
theirs was a swift goodbye.

Of those, some left for hospital,
uncertain of their role,
unfit to face a holy place
where they had no control.

The day that God came into church
one person laughed and smiled
and ran to meet and hug and greet
just like a little child.

© Lucy Berry