I spied the steeple of a Church
High upon a lofty perch
From miles, upon an unkempt hill
One could see the spire still
The peoples voices sang about
Peace throughout the land without a doubt
There were songs of love and fellowman
In came a drunk with trembling hand
He staggered up and through the door
Sign of the cross collapsing upon the Alder floor
Too much for the Preacher to ignore
Remove this man and there became a roar
Up stepped one man with loving heart
of his tithe he gave to give this drunk a start
Years passed: The deed so long forgot
Pledges given a new Church upon this spot
Up stepped this man with a generous gift
"When I was down this Church gave me a lift."
The new sanctuary stands proud for all to see
And the choir sings a message coming down to me
In one voice they sing--some even cried
The words, "Let no man of faith be denied!"
***Somewhat rewritten and changed.
Inspired by some recent anti religious dialogue. I had recently had a Life AFter Death experience inspiring me to writing poetry
as I sat taking my morning break Carrying all their belonging three men walked from shelter. One turned looked up and crossed himself
Asked me the time not for a handout The Church bells began to chime He joined the choir and then moved on. Sunday was overtime
I gave the man and his friends money for breakfast. He blessed me with a refusal I did not accept.