DEAR LITTLE BUILDING

DEAR LITTLE BIULDING

DEAR LITTLE BUIIDING SHROUDED IN NIGHT
YOUR WINDOWS SO DARK BUT THEY ONCE WERE SOBRIGHT
THE GRASS NOW SO SAD AS IT GROWS ALL AROUND
AT ONE TIME SO HAPPYTHE WITH JOYOUS SOUND
OF CHILDRENS LAUGHTER AS THEY RAN ON THE GROUND
TABLES STILL LADEN WITH BOOKS NO LONGER NEW
SHINY BLACK BAGS WHERE ONCE STOOD A PEW
STILL AT THE PULPIT GLASS VASES THERE AWATING THE FLOWERS
PLACED LOVINGLY THERE
YES LITTLE BUIDING I HEAR YOUR PLEE
FOR YOUR DOORS TO BE OPENEND
FOR YOUR BELL TO BE RUNG
GODS PRESCENCE BE WORSHIPED
AND HOLY WORDS SUNG

By Sandra J Mack