What Makes a Church?
by Julie Seeto "What makes a church, Grandad?" he asked Wondering eyes awide, "Is it the steeple tall and proud or the cross that stands astride?" "Is it the windows brightly lit With sunshine streaming through? Or is it the preacher's able voice Talking of faith so true?" "Tell me, Grandad, I want to know 'Cos when I grow up I'm sure - I'll build a church that God will love And I'll be proud of it too." Grandad smiled as they walked along, Glad for Sammy's concern. He too loved the church of God But the boy had much to learn. "A church is not in the building, Son, In neither the wood nor the stone The church is the people gathered there When their hearts turn to God alone. "When His people stand for righteousness When they follow the path He's shown Then God Himself will build them up Into a church He will call His own. "And He will dwell in that building Not made with human hands When the people give Him residence And obey all of His commands. "God's church is a living Body Full of grace and love and light. Ready to go where the Shepherd leads Be it day, or dead of night." Sammy listened quietly And knew the words were true. "Well, I belong to Jesus, so He lives in my heart too!" Grandad nodded kindly, "You must listen to Him, Son. He'll tell you what He wants of You And show you how it's done." And when they reached the chapel At the end of their way The Pastor shook their hands and said "Welcome to church today." Sammy smiled at Grandad And said to the Pastor thus - "Oh, we're already welcomed, sir, We brought some church with us." Julie Seeto 1997 www.julieseeto.wordpress.com Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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