Church Today
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Church Today
The small church sanctuary was empty.
Well, not really, that is never exactly true.
There are always angels,
playing in the rafters,
tiptoeing across the piano keys,
or chasing each other,
back and forth among the flowers.
Sometimes they go home,
with the saints,
to help cheer,
and protect the weak ones,
guided by the ever,
and complete protection,
of Our Lord Himself.
Sundays everyone comes,
At least everyone tries.
but that is not the only time,
that church is full.
There is Sunday school, and bible study.
There are outreaches and causes.
There are also… needs.
The weak that plead for prayer,
The strong that share the burden.
The cheerful to spread more light,
and the serious to make sure…
the lights are paid,
when the balances are due.
God in His abundance,
ever growing His church.
Not the building or the steeple,
but the very walls,
He calls…
His people.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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