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The little church on the corner,
was very quiet.
Their pastor died today,
and went to heaven.
He went to see the Master,
And tell Him all…
The little church,
and the quiet, pastor-preacher,
were burned to the ground,
but first shot,
in front of witnesses.
Sadly, no one mourned,
They were all afraid.
He told them,
of the King,
They showed up,
every day.
They took his time,
They heard his words,
They cheered him on,
all…
from the bleachers.
The little church on the corner,
is very quiet.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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