Childhood memories came flooding to my mind.
When I saw the church I had left behind.
A picturesque vision of yesterday,
Was conjured up in the strangest way.

I recalled how on many Sunday Mornings.
The Pastor preached a stern Godlike warning.
It was then as a child I learned to say prayers.
I chose to help the elderly descend the stairs.

This was the place I established a foundation.
And my faith in the Lord was given formation.
I had not been home for over 35 years.
Some of the changes brought me to tears.

All those people who gave my life purpose,
Were now gone to their final repose.
I was left with shattered memories,
Of the church in the beautiful trees.

The most distinct remembrance I could recall.
Was that is where I first answered my Lord's call.
His love and teaching have made my life worthwhile.
And because of His grace I have been versatile.

Jesus has been my guide, companion and friend.
I know I can depend upon him to the very end.
Life's lessons were taught with expertise,
In the lovely little church in the trees.

A special thanks to our Sister-In-Christ
Carol G. Oliver for use of her poetry
© July 23, 2010. Sis Carol went home
to be with the Lord a few years ago.

 

When I am old and grayheaded, O God, do not forsake me, until I declare Your strength to this generation. - - Psalm 71:18