Kilbirnie
The Holy Church of God cannot, be found in brick nor stone Nor enjoined to purchase man or sinfully disown. Rather, The Church is Truth and Love which Man can choose to feel, Loving daily neighbours, friends and showing God is real From oldest times our Churches stood, founded in acts of Love, Yet now demand a bank account a suit and leather gloves Built upon Faith principles where once the righteous stood Without demands or politics from officers aloof Sentimental folks look back with tales of church pews full Yet, where Love is not, remains a ritual, writ and rule We are all born true faithful men to build up Love alone But woe to man who mistakes this, for brick and crumbling stone Tales of yore and missionaries reduce thought farther down To human worship, personal, where egotism bounds So when we see a man in pain with hunger and dismay Go to church by helping him, instead of stone today