Hear the Word of the Lord
So shall My word be that goes forth from My mouth,
It shall not return to Me void, but it shall accomplish
what I please, and it shall prosper in the thing for which
I sent it. Isaiah 55:11 NKJV
HEAR THE WORD OF THE LORD
While searching for shells and sand dollars
Along the ocean shore
I chanced to find a tiny church
With a broken, hanging door
All the windows were long since gone
I found not a single pane
But I stepped inside to offer a prayer
As day began to wane
I prayed, Father God, where are they
Who used to pass this way
Are they worshiping You elsewhere
Or been called home with You to stay
What of those who came here
But never were sincere
In why they chose to come at all
Since their ears seemed not to hear
For those who chose to follow Christ
Baptized in His Holy Name
I thank You for their salvation
Because their lives were never the same
Now, Lord, I must wonder
Why they closed the door
Of this tiny broken down church
Along the ocean shore
Curtis Moorman
23 September 2011
For the Church by the Ocean contest
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