| I Saw A Little Church |
| I saw a little Church, once. |
| It looked just like a painting upon my wall. |
| 'Twas painted by someone very dear, |
| Someone who came to call. |
| It resembled a little Church we had attended |
| When I was just a tot. |
| We had Sunday School out under a tree, |
| So it wouldn't be so hot. |
| This was before modern times |
| Of having everything at hand. |
| It was at the edge of the wood; |
| No air conditioner, neither a fan. |
| Because there was no electricity |
| Out in the Country, then ~ |
| But, it was our little Church, |
| Where, every Sunday, we'd attend. |
| Somehow, we thought nothing of it. |
| Spoiled, we didn't used to be. |
| You see, we lived on a little farm, |
| Way out in the Country. |
| We loved the Lord with all our heart. |
| He was well worthy of our love. |
| We had to walk a dusty road. But, |
| God took good care of us, from above. |
| It was depression time. |
| My friend remembers very well, too. |
| On Mothers' Day, I always felt sorry |
| That, for mama, a red rose wouldn't do. |
| Red was for those with living moms |
| And my mama had to wear white |
| Because she had lost her mother. |
| Every time, I would cry that night. |
| But, in my mind, the little white Church, |
| Has a red roof I can still see. |
| For, my friend is my sister, who has Alzheimer's. |
| She painted the picture for me. |
| She loves the Lord and all of us, dearly. |
| And, if there's anything she can do, |
| She's always there, softly asking, |
| "Is there something I can do, too?" |
| I always tell her, "Yes." Not wanting her |
| To feel she can't, I find her a chore, |
| Tell her, "I saw a little Country Church." |
| Why not paint it once more? |
| For, many people will love it; |
| Associate it with their own, long ago, past. |
| Please, Lord, let not her forget. |
| Let this scene in her memory last. |
| © Pearlie Duncan Walker http://sitepalace.com/wildfern http://kavitanjali.com/poets2/wildfern.htm http://my.homewithgod.com/wildfern2.htm Pearlie Poetry 911 One Year Later |
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