In the Sweet By and By
( A Southern Remembrance )
It was a little church, brick layered from years.
creating a shelter for children to feel safe.
Singing gospels, ‘Jesus is calling’
and ‘amazing grace’, people stand in faith.
Wooden pews curved into the backs tired
from laboring fields bent by the plow.
Promises coming from pulpits of well intending
preachers who draw from biblical stories.
Stories of trial and triumphs of ancient
believers who strived and survived.
Promises raining from a place called
heaven, a place many were destined to soon go.
“Sweet hour of Prayer” they listened and sang.
holding on the pews as the children watched.
Yes, they would leave to go home to their
Sunday dinner, knowing;
“In the sweet by-and-by.”
copyrighted: CMM. 2018
Elders
It was a little church
brick layered from years
creating a shelter
for children to feel safe.
Singing gospels,
‘jesus is calling’
and ‘amazing grace’,
people stand in faith.
Wooden pews curved
into the backs tired
from laboring fields
bent by the plow.
Promises coming from
pulpits of well intending
preachers who draw from
biblical stories.
Stories of trial and
triumphs of ancient
believers who strived
and survived.
Promises raining
from a place called
heaven, a place many
were destined to soon go.
“Sweet hour of Prayer”
they listened and sang
holding on the pews
as the children watched.
Yes, they would leave
to go home to their
Sunday dinner, knowing
“In the sweet by-and-by.”
Copyrighted: 2018 CMM
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