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Empty, cold, decaying alone,

The “has-been” at the cross roads;

Boards for windows, pigeons for choir,

Once place where men laid down their loads.

 

Once the pastor burned the pulpit;

Fire from heaven that he preached,

Filled the pews and spilled beyond them

Beyond the door, others were reached.

 

Why such empty, hollow churches?

Why the grown-up parking lot?

‘Cause a people that once knew Him

Act now, as though they “knew Him not.” 

– eab, 6/93

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