I think that I shall never see
  A church that's all it ought to be;
A church whose members never stray
  Beyond the straight and narrow way.

A church that has no empty pews;
  Whose preacher never has the blues;
Where elders "eld" and deacons "deek,"
  And none are proud, all are meek.

Where gossips never peddle lies,
  Or make complaints, or criticize;
Whose members all are sweet and kind,
  And to each other's faults are blind.

Such a congregation there may be,
  But none of them are known to me;
So let us work and pray and plan
  To make Knollwood the best we can.

-- This poem ran in a bulletin from this congregation dated December 16, 1984. I believe it is worth reprinting and reconsidering today.