I didn’t go to church today,
I trust the Lord to understand.
The surf was swirling blue and white,
The children swirling on the sand.
He knows, He knows how brief my stay,
How brief this spell of summer weather,
He knows when I am said and done
We’ll have plenty of time together.
I am sure God will understand, Ogden. My usual excuse is ‘laborare est orare’ (to work is to pray), which I trot out when it is snowing. But your guilt does show through in the last line where your usually masterly handling of metre completely deserts you!