They don't want to know about our preacher. They don't really care about our teachers. They're not concerned about our parking lot. They don't care how many elders we've got. The don't care about the size of our choir. They don't ask "How tall is your spire?" They just want to know, "Do you love me?" They don't care about our preacher's degree, Or if the donuts and coffee are free. They don't care about our building's size, Or if our deacons are gals or guys. They don't care about our recreation, Or our theology of creation. They just want to know, "Do you love me?" So when they come to visit us here We must meet them with a smile or a tear. Quietly, sincerely without a fuss, Let them know they're important to us. A pat on the back. A "We're glad you're here." Will help us make it completely clear, That without any doubt, we love them.