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!