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All Night Prayer Meeting



There was nothing more scary
in this whole world.
Than an all night prayer meeting
when I was a little girl.
~Q~
The preacher preached fire and brimstone
and said the devil was waiting.
If we were sinners we would be alone
if for our sins we didn't atone.
~Q~
The congregation felt the power
it sure was a noisy crowd.
They shouted up and down the aisle
from the pulpit to the door.
Some were singing and praying
some kneeling on the floor
God must have been proud.
~Q~
My mama was shouting and praying
and running all around.
I was hiding behind a seat
to scared to make a sound
~Q~
 And  oh my goodness what a fright
when a storm would come.
With thunder roaring and lightning flashing
I wondered if I had been reborn.
And for my sins I had atoned
I thought the Lord was coming
with all His fire and brimstone.
~Q~
Today now that I am old
I think back to that time.
About the preacher who preached
fire and brimstone so brave and bold
and that shouting mama of mine.
~Q~
We need that religion to day
the old time kind in our churches
Shouting up and down the aisle
from the pulpit to the door.
Praying and singing and
kneeling on the floor
the fire and brimstone way.


~Q~
Rom.10-15
How beautiful the feet of them that preach and how
shall they preach. How beautiful are the feet of them
That preach the gospel of peace. And bring glad tidings
of good things.
Poem By
Clara Strickland
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