It started as a dream
Of something we were fond
Open air preaching
A Church by the Pond...
Jesus preached not in a building
Built of wood or even stone
He taught in the fresh open air
So believers would not be alone...
He taught about compassion
He showed the way from despair
His sermons were electrical
Well, you just had to be there...
After His sermon was finished
To send them home hungry He distain
He fed them from a basket of bread
He fed the mind and body again and again...
The Church I help start back East
Twas then one of few known of it's kind
I wrote the prelude poem before the service
The Pastor spoke words to bring peace of mind...
It was not easy for the Pastor to match my tone
I could speak above the cities chaos and roar
I needed no foolish shiny microphone
My readings could make believers hearts soar...
Jesus needed no gaudy jewelery or gold rings
A fancy car a many room manson
What are the uses of these needless things...
When the sermon was nearing an end
The smell of fresh bread and stew filled the air
The believers lined up calmly in a row
The sight was amazing, well you had to be there...
JJSweets 26Sept20 09:06 hrs
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