"The Local Church"
When we’ve no vision all our days,
Perhaps because we like our ways
Of walking blind (perceiver’s views
Disturbing are for me and you) –Big tools, we have low need of them,
Though fancy buildings do attend
Our quiet walking – something nice –
We can pretend – less would suffice –To get us through our petty pace,
Alone, or in our human race –
Can we mature into our home?
Grow with it, jointly – and alone?So now, as we now real-ize
We’ve too much home – that now its size
Exceeds our needs, with children gone,
Perhaps best sell and move along.For down the road new visions rise
In younger folk – before their eyes
They see fresh visions – we did too –
But now this dimness clouds our view.So sell it off – great tool for some
Young folks whose time at last has come –
Find some small box we’d fit into
’Till closing time bids fond adieu.Thanks Lord for this.
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