THIS IS NOT A SONG.

How I love to sing

To myself and self praise

Not only in the week 

But so great on Sundays.

To Church I happily go

To ensure that my day

Will make me feel good

And so I sing out

Not to Him at all.

How loud my lovely voice

Sounds as I lift myself

And not the Holy One

But look around me now

How can that be wrong

I am not singing alone.