The Church on the Lake
Down the dusty road,
thick trees providing a canopy of shade,
glimpses of the lake flicker by,
no hint of the glory to behold
Almost hidden in the trees
a wrought iron gate appears
announcing a cemetery
and a church on the hill.
Up the winding drive you see,
first the small neatly maintained cemetery,
grave stones marking history’s tribute
to those passing through.
Then the stone pillared porch framing the door,
that when opened is flooded with light,
morning’s glorious light off the lake,
baths the sanctuary with a hevenly glow.
Music made by man pours out
paying tribute to God’s glory,
as the beauty of the trees and lake
pours in showing Gods creation.
Love and harmony,
praise and prayer,
well up from all within,
the little church on the lake.



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