There once was a church on a hill by the bay, with a wonderful spirit of love, you might say, till a ragged stranger came inside and rumors abounded far and wide. Some thought he came from a shelter or prison, and feared he might cause the church shame or a schism.
Category: Poetry
He Came to Me
In the year of disappointment, loneliness, fear, In the year of confusion, desperation, and chaos,
Paint on the Wall
There once was a church upon a hill where everything was fine until the paint inside was getting old and peeling in some spots, I’m told. The pastor called a business meeting. And after the preliminary meeting, The deacons cried, “Come one! Come all! What color should we paint each wall?” They gathered in the…