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 The Old Church Inspirational Poems 9/2/2017
 Loves Bond I Love You 9/1/2017
 May The Winds Blow Inspirational Poems 9/1/2017
 If You Knew Love Gone Bad 8/31/2017
 Friends In A Higher Place Inspirational Poems 8/31/2017
 After The Storm Inspirational Poems 8/30/2017
 Her Silent Prayer Poems To Our Troops 8/29/2017
 May You Feel Better Inspirational Poems 8/28/2017
 Woman Stealers Fan Humorous Poems 8/28/2017
 Like A Little Princess  Life 8/28/2017
 The Lighthouse Insight 8/28/2017
 Can't Imagiane Life Without You  I Love You 8/28/2017
 The Fight Of Her Life Dedications 8/27/2017
 Tears Of Joy Poems To Our Troops 8/26/2017
 In A Hot Summers Night Love Gone Bad 8/26/2017
 Just A Baby Dedications 8/25/2017
 Jesus Walked On Water Inspirational Poems 8/6/2017
 The Trip Home Inspirational Poems 7/31/2017
 Little Miss House Keeper Life 7/30/2017
 She Visits His Stone Poems To Our Troops 7/30/2017
 She Walks Along The Beach Poems To Our Troops 7/29/2017
 Why Is It So Difficult Life 7/28/2017
 I Looked Into Your Eyes I Love You 7/28/2017
 Rain On The Roof Inspirational Poems 7/28/2017
 Prayer Chains Inspirational Poems 7/27/2017
 Greed Insight 7/27/2017
 It's Me Again Lord Inspirational Poems 7/26/2017
 The War Draft Poems To Our Troops 7/25/2017
 As I Pray Inspirational Poems 7/24/2017
 Goodnight My Friend Life 7/24/2017
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The Old Church

The Old Church

Upon the hill there stands a church
Where nobody travels to anymore
The windows are broke paint is chipped
Its bell don't ring no more

Inside of the doors
The floors are a mess to see
It's such a sad situation
Because nobody around believes

At one time it was a full house
Come every sunday morning and night
But something happened to the people
They lost belief in Gods Holy Light

Now they mock at the site
As kids throw stones into the windows
Of that vacant church house
She stands there like a scarecrow

Often at times she'll moan
As the winds bellows through
Trying to wait her time out
Until someone finally gets a clue

There used to be so much preaching
And chiors would sing on and on
Never needing a song book
Yet never singing the same song

She was built there for a reason
With the ultimate church goal
Not just collect money in a plate
But rather help save mans soul

Yes there stands the old church
Up there on top of that hill
If you walk by in the winds
The moans will give you a chill

inspired by this picture
Written 9/2/2017 by Norman Hale Jr.
2017 norman (All rights reserved)

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