a little church poem

[waterdog101]

I read the post about, a little church humor. and the jokes were good ones. I really liked the one about the preacher, pouring all the strong drink in the river. and I thought of an old poem, that has a little church in it. I learned this poem more than 40 years ago.......

I stopped in front of a little church, as I was passing by.
the door was open it was almost dark, and I could hear a voice from inside.
their a man was praying, and I remember his every word.
and as I stood and listen closely, this is what I heard.
he said I don't want to be a bother Lord, but I sure am feeling blue.
reckon you could change the schedule a little bit, and call me on home to.
you see I'm so lonesome without her Lord, I don't know what to do.
so if it's all the same to you Lord, would you just call me on home to.
then through the shadows the old man walked, slowly down the steps.
then feebly through the church yard, leaning on his cane for help.
and as he tried to kneel again, he fell across a grave so new.
the Lord had heard his humble prayer, and called him on home to.
I often go back to that little church, where I kneel and say a prayer.
and I place flowers on those two graves, where he rest beside her their.
and as I thank my God, for the two best friends that I ever had.
my tears flow freely on those two graves, one my mother the other my dad.

hope you enjoyed this little poem, if you have a poem please post it. I love poems.

[DJD]

Dang that was sad and happy at the time.

[jcb]

That was great.