The people that lie on this cold, cold hill,
In the gray, and groan of November’s chill,
Have lived their lives of good or ill;
And gone to their reward.
– eab, Nov. ‘70
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Posted in death, poem, uncategorized, tagged cold, Hill on November 17, 2009|
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The people that lie on this cold, cold hill,
In the gray, and groan of November’s chill,
Have lived their lives of good or ill;
And gone to their reward.
– eab, 11/70
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Posted in holy living, poem, uncategorized, worship, tagged a people that once knew Him, as though they "knew Him not", at the cross roads, cold, decaying alone, empty, Filled the pews, Fire from heaven, has-been, hollow churches, men laid down their loads, pastor burned the pulpit, pigeons for choir, preached, Why empty hollow churches on June 10, 2009|
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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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