Notre Dame
“Notre Dame”
A morning in April the world changed
And something which no one ever expected
Happened to a building in Paris
Hell reached up and grabbed a piece of Heaven
And the cathedral of Notre Dame burned
Millions cried as God’s soldiers fought the blaze
So much history and so much religion died that day
The fire turned the cathedral into a smoldering skeleton
Even after the inferno some of the faith survived
Icons and relics collected over the centuries
Rose from the ashes into the morning sun
As long as just one relic or one stone had made it through
Notre Dame will live forever
Copyright © Lord R. E. Taylor | Year Posted 2019
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