Three Thousand Sundays

[Embodied]

Peeling paint on cracking plaster
Old rough lumber Rusty nails
A leaning steeple on a tin roof
God's Holy Spirit still prevails

Prayers of thanks Prayers for forgiveness
Tears of sorrow Joyfull tears
For my last three thousand sundays
For over fifty seven years

A dozer's come to take my church house
The younger elders took a vote
To build a brand new worship center
And just like that that's all she wrote

Here was my first time at the alter
There sat my momma with the choir
There stood my daddy at the pulpit
Here Jesus saved us from the fires

But I will still be spared this heartache
If my sweet Jesus comes today
Before the roll is called up yonder
Maybe I'll just fly away

[TRL1957]

I really like this heartfelt poem.
Thanks so much for this. God Bless

[CoffeeCat]

That was a sweet poem, and it carries so much nostalgia and memory with it. Thanks for sharing!

[Embodied]

Thank you both, I'm glad you like it.
I always wanted to write lyrics and never did until God gave me something to write about.

[Bootie]

Dear Embodied,

Wonderful piece of poetry with a message heartfelt.

Makes you want to rejoice and to cry at the same time. Memories are always there no matter what and give us hope when things around us are changing.

Bootie