In the church and the brightened room,

the vibrating sound of a pipe organ,

demands attention.

Hurrying to the front,

a stern faced preacher carries his Bible. 

Anxious for offering time a child grasps his dollar. 

In the church and the brightened room

I rest my back against the hardened pew,

unconsciously listening to the preacher,

deliver his message of hope.

The rich lady sings Amazing Grace

and flashes her diamonds

like a beacon in the night.

Steep ceilings and stained glass windows reflect

the structure of the church

old fashioned

smiling faces

fill pews.

Within the heart a comforting thought arises.

A mental picture of the cross

forces tears to my eyes.

I search again for the Bible beside me

and the love of the Savior

welcomes me back.

©1988 Marsha L. Brown