WELCOME TO BROADWAY PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH

It's hard to believe tht the summer's 'most gone,
That school has begun and what lies beyone
Is the fall and the winter,
In spite of the heat,
It won't be that long
'Til our hope is to beat
The cold blast of air that will race from the north,
And many of us will not sally forth
To go to the market, preferring instead to lie
Safe and warm in our own little bed.
'Cause that's how it is -
We seat in the heat, then quaoke in the cold
Thick socks on our feet.
Our temperature gauge is not set to extreme,
We want other weather that lies in between.
The fall and the spring are the times we like best,
And many would wish to get rid of the rest.
But God in God's wisdom decided to grant
The cold in the winter, and summer to rant
With the hot winds of August, the sun beating down,
Drying the land, turning skin to dark brown.
Perhaps there's a lesson to learn in God's plan,
More than warm socks or a strong window fan.
Extremes test our moxie, they make us rethink.
They measure our will and our strength in a blink.
They force us to ponder as extremes oft increase,
To see how we fit into God's call to ...