tabernacle

Tabernacle A Poem by debileah

 

T he church bells are ringing.

A s the choir begins singing.

B eckoning patrons to come inside.

E ach Sunday morning and each Saturday night.

R evealing the Scriptures, the pastor does preach.

N oticing new members as his sermon proceeds.

A bouquet of flowers is placed on the altar.

C andles are lit never to falter.

L eaving behind love, peace and joy to stay.

E very time we come here to this tabernacle to pray.

 

© 2007 debileah