SOMETHING DIFFERENT IN THE AIR

 

Stained Glass Cross
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THERE WAS SOMETHING DIFFERENT IN THE AIR

I don't how or why I got there

I guess I had to be somewhere

I surmised it must be a place of refuge

For a cross had been placed up in the air

 

I entered with apprehension

Disquieted, suspicious, say the least

Yes, for sure, there was something different in the air

There were benches for sitting, straight backed and so hard

 

I felt it must be a form of torture to endure

The ceiling reached nigh to heaven

The walls and stain glass were so severe

It added to my discomfort, I feared

 The Lectern rose above me, all delivery came from above

Then A solemn figure rose from his seat and strode across the stage

He took his place in the pulpit and as he assuaged

 

I felt my self getting smaller, and I feared for

There was something different in the air

Sometime later the sermon, it was past

I was glad it was over but then alas

 

  He cried with a voice so anguished

So laced with bitter pain I could hardly bear it

His composure he regained and said with softer tones

Come, come, the savior is calling, hurry don't delay

 

  It may be your only chance, this may be your only day

And as I sat there musing, there was something different in the air

The next words he uttered I could hardly comprehend

Raise your hand, walk down the aisle, at the altar the knee must bend

Repent, confess and try to make amends

 

 It was some time later, I felt all things were new

I didn't understand it, I wondered what to do

As I looked around me, I couldn't help but stare

Then I realized there was something different in the air

Robert Moon 08/23/2012

 

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