Together Again

She was no stranger to me; For I have known her since I was a little child. But after high school we were Separated by miles and by time. When I saw her after many years, The signs of longevity were clearly visible As my aging must have appeared to her. But she was still very beautiful in her own way; still and steady, tried and true. For years, I had longed to see her and to share an hour or two of her presence. The time I spent with her was awesome. There was a touch of exhilaration as I sat and worshiped in the same facility as did my ancestors. I was touched by God, but also deeply touched by her and 'yesterday'. And so it happened that I was not the least surprised when teardrops began to fall from my eyes as I also beheld a few people I had known from childhood. The tears continued to fall as I stared at her weaking ceiling and her leaning walls being held together by long and strong rods. The church building, where I first accepted Christ publicly and was baptized, had aged gracefully. Within her sacred doors, I was also taught reading, writing, and arithmetic. And through the years, not only had The True Vine Baptist Church learned to endure And survive, but she had also learned to thrive.