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The Altar
(From The Old New Home FWB Church)
Written: By Tom Wright
5/14/2006

It was at this dated altar that first I knelt
Being a mere babe in Christ at the time
I’ve attempted to recapture the feelings I felt
When much younger and yet in my prime

To some it is seen, just old varnished wood
For some crafter to make some small things
But my mind carried back as best it could 
To its origin and the fond memories it brings

I try to put faces with mental tear stains found
And think of vows once uttered not to falter
Quietly I ponder if the walk is yet sound
Of those who knelt at this old New Home Altar

I hear shouts echoing that Saints would raise
And visualize hands lifted toward the sky
In services that closed with handshake and praise
The Holy Spirit could be felt from on high

I stare at the carving on its underside and read
“Come unto me and I will give you rest”
I think of the times I have knelt there to plead
For others, or Grace, when facing some life test

Now, this New Home altar has a new home to be
It weighs heavy with memories of past years
God touched your hearts and you thought of me
God knows our hearts and bottles our tears

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