Wall Song
Brown books, or writing on the wall
so tucked away, until the call
of worship ~ Sunday, chance appall
forget your problems, joy install!
Still folded, while the week slips by
the same old problems, reasons why
the brown books, printed, there for all
while little ministry stays small!
Almost a turnkeys make do spall
deserted 'til the others shawl
is tossed to floor, the poorest haul
the Indian's Saint ~ left over Paul!
Who'd rescue this trite flocks recall
part Indian member, family roll
but in her heart ~ Jesus would serve
because the others lost their nerve!
The message, faded printer Songs
now chorus ~ flashed above the Cross
the goodness of the glories roll
stays poor and simple . . . on the Wall!
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