My Church
No noise we make,
Walking in line as to fit in with others,
No words I dare speak,
As to nobody to hear..
We leave as if a routine,
Walk to the car, others follow suit,
drive away as it’s only a building,
places to go, things to do, life doesn’t stop..
Arrive at home, perhaps the park to take a quiet stroll, this has become my church, a lonely empty bench calling my name, is thus my pew?
Ducks busily looking for food, GOD will provide, who will feed my empty soul, no judgement no liability here, for Our GOD the Father breathed life into MAN, made squirrels, birds, the squirrels and eagles to soar high above the sky to bring joy to HIS daughters and sons of HIS, My empty soul thus falling down my cold winter face, “Thus is my daughter from which I am PROUD”. I hear, see your hurt and sorrows deep within your Soul, I am with you thus very moment, Lean on Me my child, let me wipe away your tears”.
Darkness is upon thus park of which is my church, another day is drawing to a close, sane time same place My Child, Mass is ended, Go in peace to love and glorify my Name.”
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