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My Old Hometown Church
by louis gander There's something that perplexes me as I, my mem'ries, search, right here among familiar pews in my old hometown church. It's been so many decades now since I have been around. Those many years have faded fast with oh, so little sound. I sit a-spell and reminisce in silence that remains, from walnut pulpit up in front to stained glass window panes. The cross behind the pulpit hints a show of halo's glow. It seems to be inviting me. There's much I still don't know. My eyes drop down in front of me upon a hymnal book. I hesitate and ponder some before I take a look. Those tunes and words come quickly as my sorry psyche swims to words of His "Amazing Grace" and more familiar hymns. Familiar are both floor and walls. Familiar are the lights. Reflecting back to faces though, my deepened grief ignites. So many friends I cannot see. They've moved or passed away. No, time and change are not my friends! How did I go astray? How many times can God convict me of my wicked ways? How many times did I pretend and did not give God praise? I crave and plead that time turns back. It rips my insides out! It makes me blame somebody else. It makes me want to shout. There's something deep down in my gut that I can't sanitize. Confession comes, repentance looms with something in my eyes... As I stare squarely at myself - and you know how it goes - the lightning strikes and thunder roars as levee overflows.,, But lonely tears are wiped away, for love will always be, as grace holds all of Heaven up throughout eternity. My long, sad tears dry from my cheeks as I, my mem'ries, search, right here among familiar pews in my old hometown church. Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |