The vicar wore a microphone And spoke both loud and clear. He had important things to say Which everyone should hear. His sermons always...

Needing to increase the size Of weekly congregations, The vicar said, “We must devise A few more celebrations. Harvest festivals succeed...

Harold hated finding hymns, He’d hear “Hymn 92” But by the time he’d found the page They’d all but sung it through. To find the collects...

The rector, with a solemn face, stood up to have his say. “Dear friends,” he said, “how sad we are to gather here today. Our dear...

Young Billy was sitting in church with his mum, Excited at what lay in store For today was the day when the bishop would come And he’d...

“God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform” And, oddly, too his sheep can stray A little from the norm. Take that one, in the...

The sidesman was always impeccably dressed, Small wonder he turned up his nose When a stranger appeared in an old, string-necked vest And...

At eight o’clock communion the silence was intense: A holy calm in which the slightest cough might cause offence, And into this stepped...

Though Tom was fond of Evensong And welcomed God’s Good News, He found the sermons rather long And sometimes had a snooze. He sat amidst...