Ole Jim Goes To Chuch

Driving into town church his destination Body weak and weary in need of inspiration Just a retired handyman short and rather stout The Lord's been good to Jim since surrendering his doubt Started reminiscing 'bout a visit way before in this same old church house forty years ago, or more Large cabin, high beamed ceilings same pews to break his fall Back then Jim didn't trust a soul even maker of us all What a long road it'd been since he was last here So much pain and tribulation loneliness and fear Running down a weathered face were tears he could not hide 'bout 'foolish spent' vitality when youth was on his side Wondered if he stole a piece of the church that he revered Would it restore vigor past if he held it near? Startled church was over Jim stood up with a grin "Fancy, wishful dreams made me forget why I came in!" While walking through the lot he spied an old oak by his truck Jim cut a snippet off a branch and brought it home for luck