The steeple stands so proud
The echoes are still there
When I listen very close
I hear singing in the choir
And preaching was a plenty
The Sabbath was its day
That old altar was the key
Most humbly they did pray
Those old weathered boards
Oh what stories to be told
The congregation was all there
And the bell chimes were gold
They came from far and near
Parked under trees with shade
In the dirt where they sat
Many wagon tracks were made
The mules were so content
As they grazed on green grass
Slightly peaking their ears
When a big Amen was passed
Plenty of shouting and rejoicing
Still hangs in every crack
No memories will ever be lost
Nor echoes will it lack
Such a big part of history
And a grand, old Godly place
It touched so many hearts
With beauty, dignity and grace
That old door is still open
Just like it was before
Calling, calling to someone
Come on in there's still more
Listen closely to each sermon
There's many left to hear
"Amazing Grace" still echoes
Through the wooded path so clear
© Susie Swanson, 2015
Published in my Book "Echoes Of Time" but the pic is not in it.
In this ever changing world wouldn't it be nice to go back to this simple time.. We need God in our hearts more so today than ever before.
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