A Sunday Morning Clear and Fair
A Sunday morning clear and fair
My heart with gladness filled,
I walked to yon churchyard there
The breeze was calm and stilled.
Suddenly from the tower above
The pealing of an ancient hymn
A song about the Savior’s love,
I whispered the words of the gem.
The parson greeted me at the door,
Shook my hand and bid me well
From the apse above oaken floor
Notes from an old organ welled,
As I began to feel a certain peace
Needed here in pure grace to dwell,
This place of perfect stress release
I felt the Doxology began to swell.
Written July 1, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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