The Old Wooden Church

The old wooden church had seen better days of family times and God-fixed praise; of mournful whiles with countless tears, and sad goodbyes throughout the years. For those who look out toward her way they see a shell from yesterday. No pastor there, the children gone; no parents left to carry on. But deep in the hearts of those she knew she lives there still where their souls grew. No, she’s not dead as you’d suppose; she’s planted elsewhere, and there she grows.