Sunday, June 5, 2016


                                                 The steeple stands so proud
                                                 The echoes are still there
                                                 When I listen very close
                                                  I hear singing in the choir

                                                 And preaching was a plenty
                                                 The Sabbath was its day
                                                 That old alter was the key
                                                 Most humbly they did pray

                                                 Those old weathered boards
                                                 Oh what stories to be told
                                                 The congregation was all there
                                                 And the bell chimes were gold

                                                 They came from far and near
                                                 Parked under trees with shade
                                                 In the dirt where they sat
                                                 Many wagon tracks were made

                                                 The mules were so content
                                                 As they grazed on green grass
                                                 Slightly peaking their ears
                                                 When a big Amen was passed

                                                 Plenty of shouting and rejoicing
                                                 Still hangs in every crack
                                                 No memories will ever be lost
                                                 Nor echoes will it lack

                                                 Such a big part of history
                                                 And a grand, old Godly place
                                                 It touched so many hearts
                                                 With beauty, dignity and grace

                                                 That old door is still open
                                                 Just like it was before
                                                 Calling, calling to someone
                                                 Come on in there's still more

                                                 Listen closely to each sermon
                                                 There's many left to hear
                                                "Amazing Grace" still echoes
                                                 Through the wooded path so clear

                                                 © Susie Swanson, 2016

The picture above is an Abandoned Church in Lincoln County, Wisconsin. Built in 1907.

I know this is a Repost but though alot of the new followers might enjoy it as well.
Happy Sunday and God Bless, ~Susie~


  1. Susie, I love the picture of the church. Your poems are like painting a make us see what you write about in our mind's eye. I was just reading thru your book I have here. I love reading it over and over. Blessings, love, xoxo, Susie

  2. Such a peaceful and lovely poem...and I love that photo...

  3. Beautiful poem about a lovely old church and the joy that was found there. Nicely done, Susie!

  4. What a grand piece and very well written indeed. Warm greetings to you and thanks for sharing!

  5. I'm glad you have fond memories of your church growing up, Susie. Can you believe that my church today is the same church that I went to as a young girl?


    love, ~Sheri