Little Church

by Paul Mayes Jamar

In a quiet lonely valley, sits away
An old abandoned church of yesterday.

Where Hymns were sung of old,
It lies all dark, dusty, and cold.

Lives were blessed by a good Sunday sermon,
A hand shake, or introduction to God’s Son.

A bride was wed here with many tears,
Who lived a blessed married life for years.

Many were laid to rest after a brief service,
Given last words, and how they were missed.

Memories of families together to worship,
Our God near the little local township.

Children ran and played after the service,
While grown ups met to fellowship face to face.

Everyone went back home with a faster step,
Glad that they did not stay in bed and slept.

To someone this shell of an old church,
Is were they found Jesus as they searched.

Most are gone and the place is a wreck,
But a flickering flame remains as you reflect.

Be at peace, little church, for you did well,
And I just hope your story I was able to tell.

Paul Mayes Jamar was born in Brownwood, Texas in March 1955. He spent most of his life in Texas, just within the last twenty years he moved to Missouri. He graduated from Angelo State University with a Bachelor of Arts Degree. Mr. Jamar was a third generation radio broadcaster owning several stations in the Austin, Texas area. He has written four books of Christian poetry. He hopes to get published soon. He has been published in Highland Park Poetry’s website with his poem, “Bluebonnet Sonnet,” and “Sunrise,” and in their book on Shoes, with His poem, “Shoe Holes.” Also soon to be in Central Texas Writers Society’s Anthology on Nature with his poem, “The Big Red Ant.” Mr. Jamar lives with his wife Cynthia Jamar, and has three children living elsewhere.

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