“I’m going to church this morning.”
Once there, I leave my worries behind.
I hear the guitar, the keyboard, and the drums,
Harmoniously making a joyful sound unto the Lord.
I go inside, and I see the Bibles on the pews;
Fresh flowers, arranged for Sunday;
The pulpit and decor at the altar; the chairs, an altar veil;
I feel the praises inundating me with joy.
With a reverential walk, I look for a seat,
Move forward, my hand clasping my Bible.
From here, the sanctuary looks almost new—
Cleaned and freshly looking. “Others would come, I know.”
Then, climbing to the altar, I open the Bible, expound on John 3:16,
Declare “The Word of God” louder than I intended.
The hallelujahs echo in the sanctuary. Back at the door,
I see the brethren coming in. Then the collection plate goes around,
I reflect on my church, worth coming to. Once
the time comes to leave, a gentle voice whispers a blessing,
“May peace be with you, now and always.”
“I step outside, my spirit lifted and blessed.”
That’s why I always go: in fact, I often do,
And always end much at peace like this,
Feeling the music, the praises, too,
And the church filled with praises of joy.
Why shouldn’t we always go? If we stop
Going to church, we’ll miss out on His presence
Blessing us. There let your life be filled with grace,
And embrace the church as a place of refreshing.
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rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I've been a Christian for many years, and I enjoy going to church. I wrote this poem with that in mind.
- Category: Religion
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Very lovely, beautifully detailed to effect, lightly poignant and evocative. Thank you very much for sharing!
One should always go to where one finds peace. Whether this is a church or in one zone hot in a forest Grove or in bed, peace is the answer.
Indeed! I find peace is in me and everywhere I go because the peace of God exceeds everything. Thank you for taking the time to read my poem and commenting.
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