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Ragged Old Church
KJV psalms C-79-V-31 So we thy people and sheep of thy pasture will give thee Thanks for every; We will shew forth thy praise to all generations ~~(*)~ The Ragged old Church stands silent and alone in a field of grass surrounded with trees And a rail fence with a rail missing here and there. The paint is falling off it's sides and the door is falling apart still hanging on by one hing . ~~(*)~~ The bell tower is silent the bell long ago gave up it's merry tune. But sometimes if the wind blows just right it feels the joy at having a chance to sing again ~~(*)~~ The ragged old Church has a warm glow about it as if it holds a secret close inside. It's ragged old wall's that have listened to the old time preaching old time singing and shouting down through the years and Praying at the alter ~~(*)~~ And witness to the happiness and laughter of of dinner on the ground and singing in the air long ago weddings and happiness of it's children old and young as each one sing it's special song. ~~(*)~~ Happiness and laughter has a way of clinging to the wall as well as sadness and sorrow and tears at the loss of it's beloved member as they come and go This ragged old church of a time long ago holds on to the past of old time preaching old time singing. ~~(*)~~ This old ragged Church alone in a field of grass that looks lonely and falling down from the out side inside the old walls let the memories come out and shine the old time preacher still stand behind the pulpit The sweet old lady in second row still shouts praise God ~~(*)~~ The little boy in the back is still pulling his sisters hair ever one is standing singing The Old Time Religion The young girl is still working her magic on the piano the walls of this ragged old church will hold it's memories inside it's happiness is a beautiful memory ~~(*)~~ This ragged old church in a field of grass surrounded by tree's and a rail fence with a rail missing here and there with the paint falling off the out side walls the old door hanging on one hing. The inside with ragged old benches is still alive with memories of long ago the happiness the sadness the sorrow and tears of loss will live on hidden inside this ragged old church ~~(*)~~ POEM BY CLARA STRICKLAND BRINKLEY acountrygirlspoems Claras Poem copyright@2003 All rights reserved Vote for this poem
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