The Church

     What is a church?  Even though there are people who do more work in the church than others, I  believe the church is a body of believers working together with God as the Head.  In Ephesians 1:22-23 we find:  "And God placed all things under his feet and appointed him to be head over everything for the church,  which is his body, the fullness of him who fills everything in every way."
     When I think of the church I have such fond memories of the small country church I attended when I was growing up.  Although most of the people I knew are no longer there, I remember this church as the basis for my salvation, and I love to sing the song we so often sang.        

        

Church in the Wildwood  

There's a church in the valley by the wildwood
No lovelier place in the dale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale

Chorus (Oh, come, come, come, come) Come to the church by the wildwood
Oh, come to the church in the dale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the dale

   

My poetry lyrics are as follows:               

THE CHURCH

 

There's a  church

beneath a shady birch;

A spot so dear, answering a worldly cry.

Oh, come to the church, sharing Jesus and why.

 

 

 Come and drink to your soul;

Find the Word to keep you whole.

Come, come! Sip the flavor;

Fill your cup with the love of the Savior.

 

 

Hear the call from your nearby church;

The place leading, guiding toward life's search;

A people committed, loving, caring, giving;

A people praying; forgiving.

Find peaceful rest in God's own place

Where, outside, waits a vulture in watchful space;

Inside sits, a sinner fallen from lofty ways

Seeking joy to follow his days.

 

 

Come and drink to your soul;

Find the Word to keep you whole.

Come, come! Sip the flavor;

Fill your cup with the love of the Savior.

 

 

Oh, come to the true and peaceful church;

Calming, rousing from a falling lurch;

Find it sowing seeds to sprout;

Beneath its shelter, sharing what life's about.

Oh, come to a lovely place;

Dwell in His grace.

Find the heart, with busy people,

Building a mission steeple.

A people - God's own,

Telling of His love, beginning to end, forever-shown. 

Oh, come, come, come to the melody sounds of the calling church,

Giving rest underneath its shady birch. 

                                                Mary Crisp Jameson