It is old and in disrepair <br />But for many years was strong <br />Folks gathered within its walls <br />As they sang sweet holy songs <br /> <br />The sound of hearts so raw <br />Bringing forth in melody <br />All reaching right up to God <br />He was there to hear and see <br /> <br />So beautiful and heartfelt <br />A time folks remember still <br />As this worn little church <br />Its parishioners no longer fill <br /> <br />It is sad in so many ways <br />That its usefulness is through <br />It can be proud forever more <br />Though its doors now sit askew <br /> <br />But an owl nestles within <br />So it isn’t totally empty <br />The beauty will always be there <br />For everyone to see <br /> <br />As I drive past I always smile <br />Remembering so many Sundays <br />Though nothing has really changed <br />For it sits amongst God’s trees!<br /><br />Marilyn Lott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/worn-little-church/
