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Revival meetin's are nearly passe' in this day and age,
But when I was a kid they were then all the rage!
Mom made us kids attend whether we wanted to or not.
I must admit they provided entertainment that I've never forgot!

Invitations were sent to everyone in the local surrounds,
Invitin' folks for week long meetin's with dinner on the grounds.
To hear the visitin' parson declare the Good News to the fold;
That eternal message of love heralded to generations untold!

Animated preachers from the rostrum did scream and yell,
Proclaimin' an immediate choice betwixt heaven and hell!
Thumpin' the pulpit scarin' the devil out of you,
Without kneelin' at the altar or even leavin' your pew!

My Mom, bless her soul, ever in a state of agitation,
Urged us to approach the Throne of Grace for our salvation!
Times too many to recall I was led by my ear to the altar,
But, alas, I usually fell from grace - my faith seemed to falter!

Though I look back on those times with some bemusement,
For at the time they provided my sibs and me with some amusement,
I'm forever grateful to straight and narrow paths we were directed,
To help plod life's treacherous bourne and cope with the unexpected!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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