Their daughter was a tiny wisp of a thing
And boy, could that charming five-year-old sing!
She out sang everyone in our pew.
Her melodious voice was pure too.
Their daughter was called Queenie.
Her personality was anything but teeny.
Our entire Methodist church rallied around her.
She was so sweet, amazingly godly and pure.
Queenie went to heaven on a summer’s day.
That horrible thing called cancer took her away.
I had a dream and I saw her walking on wings of a dove.
This helped me know she was safe in the arms of God above.
Categories:
methodist church, cancer,
Form: Rhyme
It’s only one day a year, Muffins said. We can do this.
Her friend Puddlewiddle gave a snarl and a hiss.
I don’t like wearing Antlers on my soft head!
I would much rather wear ribbons instead.
Come on said Muffins. The old woman is going downhill.
We are both lucky she orders Kibble and feeds us still.
Some of the old ladies in here are more daft than she.
And their volume is sky high on their incessant TV.
Okay said Puddlewiddle if I don’t look silly or stuff.
Miss P. looked goofy, but Miss M. ignored her weird fluff.
Muffins was a peace maker, and happy of course to do it
They both wore their head dresses and sailed right through it.
A meowing duo in the front of the Meow Methodist Church.
Where the old ladies sat while jealous cats perched.
In their finery galore, Christmas colors of red, green and blue.
I feel sad that I missed it. How about you?
Categories:
methodist church, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Asphalt Nomads
By David J Walker
The nomads of the asphalt travel
In the dying light of the day as
solitary nova’s with
Walmart shopping carts
Knowing where to find discarded
Treasures
Asphalt nomads
have no numbers they answer
To many names they laugh at
Your concerns for their welfare
The asphalt Nomads
marvel at the speed and ease
Of a stolen bicycle and
The meal at the Methodist Church
Is gourmet
The asphalt nomad
Knows forever is today
And each today will last a
Lifetime of forever’s
Without birthday cards from you
The asphalt nomads
Freely roam the streets
In the early mornings
Before you are ready to
Begin your day
Categories:
methodist church, analogy,
Form: Free verse
Christ, by the highest heaven adored
Christ, the everlasting Lord
--From Hymn Hark the Herald Angel Sing by Charles Wesley
Come all my sisters and brothers
We glorify God in the highest heaven
His promising words live forever
Holy! Holy Lord! Thy Everlasting Name!
All creations proclaim Thy words
Mountains, seas and plains rise in acclamation
Rainbow has captured God’s great works
Holy! Holy Lord! Thy Everlasting Name!
All life’s storms cease… never reside
Christ’s divine mercy and salvation – so strong
His Holy Spirit strengthens - He guides
Holy! Holy Lord! Thy Everlasting name!
Jesus, Thy faithfulness is constant!
To You we adore Thee, only Thee Alone
Our Father whom we run to or rant
Holy! Holy Lord! Thy Everlasting name!
July 23, 2020 10.35am
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Inspired by my family’s favorite Christmas hymn where we also got my youngest brother’s name. When I was 18yrs-2oyrs old, I taught DVCS on summer to young people in our local Methodist Church. Aside from teaching the doctrine, I also taught them about the founders of Methodism, the Wesley brothers.
Categories:
methodist church, devotion,
Form: Rhyme
A dish issue is whether the verb forms a series of events containing two or three ingredients. Ingredients are often officially interesting when placed. And material such as Velcro is very very useful when balancing on a widespread bed of crockery. Well cook then. Worldy worldwide without waste. And a hare is never a problem when hopping through an abyss. Calibres of officialdom. Wow. No problem at a beach house and home and away for the weekend is fine but the other side of the United Methodist Church is the name of the first place of worship. Oh dare one meet a jackdaw in a cardboard car. Or a ministerial monkey. Holidaying hopping hippies have havens. And bend not over a crevasse as dangers stem from rock. And blades spawn from spacial secrets. Secretary then. A portly lady humming. Hahahaha and now a salty dew. Hahahaha and an additional android arguing. Hahahaha dare to swim with the dog. *** multiplication z
Categories:
methodist church, anniversary, autumn, beautiful, betrayal,
Form: I do not know?
There's a little white Methodist church in town,
That acts like a beacon to all those around.
They do weekly community dinners,
That are for the saints as well as sinners.
Some of the ladies operate a little thrift store,
Helping others like I have never seen before.
They visit the sick and make sure they have what they need,
Living for Christ and doing good deeds.
Categories:
methodist church, christian, religious,
Form: Rhyme
This was written by me with the help of the second grade Sunday School class at Maumee United Methodist Church in Maumee, Ohio.
Thank you for the sun so bright,
Thank you for the stars at night.
Thank you for the food we eat,
Especially the turkey meat.
Thank you for my family,
Thank you for my friends with me.
Thank you for cranberries sauced,
Especially when they get lost.
Thank you for my house and home,
Thank you for my brush and comb.
Thank you for when things get smashed,
Especially for potatoes mashed.
Thank you for my TV shows,
Thank you for my runny nose.
Thank you for bivalve clams,
Especially thanks for candied yams.
Thank you God for all you give,
Thank you for my life to live.
Thank you for the food to try,
Especially the apple pie.
Listen to the song I sing,
Thank you Lord for everything!
Categories:
methodist church, funny, holiday, food,
Form: Light Verse
Evidenced
FIFTYFOUR
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The Church Parsonage on Church Street the old Methodist Church where eye
used to go to church it Burned down.
My mother died a horrible murder death.
My brother died in a car wreck.
We used to fight each other though eye was elder he was bigger.
Eye was a weak and sickly child of GOD.
My Father died and eye do not knoe what of.
Eye was not always allowed to live at home.
My room was taken and the things in it like my toy box and the comics and the
yearbooks were all destroyed.
Eye was given a hardship discharge from the ARMY.
My home at Morrilton was burned down by a natural gas line leak which then
exploded. My family always hated me and wanted me to die alone. Eye stopped
my consumptive habits and was in a real fight in Arizona only was beaten into
Jesus and left to die half dead eye still try to live and love and write this is mye bio
mye evidenced.
Categories:
methodist church, death, introspection, loss, mother,
Form: Prose Poetry
The First Methodist Church,
with its bold wooden steeple,
burnt to the ground in 1914,
for preaching prohibition.
The good folks of Sebastopol
weren’t having any of that.
Today the Apple Blossom
Parade marches past
the rebuilt church, past
the Masonic Temple, past
Martha’s Mexican restaurant,
with its soup bowl Margaritas,
past Old Main Street Tavern,
overflowing with biker patrons,
and Jasper O’ Farrell’s,
past The Powerhouse Brewery,
The Greenhouse, and G.T.O’s,
with its bottomless Bloody Marys.
As the entire town, marching bands
and all, spill into Ivy’s Park
for a two day party, pixilated music,
and four dollar beers to support
Analy Union High School.
No wonder Luther Burbank
and Charles Schulz
called Sebastopol their home.
And The First Methodist Church,
now made of stone,
the only quiet place in town.
Categories:
methodist church, funny, history, life, music,
Form: Free verse