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Thursday, August 23, 2012

SOMETHING DIFFERENT IN THE AIR

 
Stained Glass Cross
courtesy photobucket.com
 
 
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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