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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, Nov. ‘70

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COLD, COLD, HILL

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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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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