Dead Weight

I’ve been a dead weight many years

Around the church’s neck

I’ve let the others carry me,

And always pay the check.

I’ve had my name upon the rolls

For years and years gone by;

I’ve criticized and grumbled too;

Nothing could satisfy.

I’ve been a dead weight long enough

Upon the church’s back.

Beginning now I’m going to take

A wholly different track.

I’m going to pay and pray and work,

And carry loads instead;

And not have others carry me

Like people do the dead.