Going to church is like going to a watering hole
People gather from across the city
Not all the same breed but all
Hoping to have something in them quenched
Somedays we all drink it in solemnly and slowly
Reverently being filled with life
Somedays we come and aren't sure if we really like drinking water
Being more attracted to the religion of self gratification
Somedays all we can do is sip and taste
Knowing there is more but having trouble believing
Somedays we all just splash around and have a good-ol-time
Reveling in the goodness that is God