“Was-blind
- - - but … now I-see!”
I
sat in a pew by an open-window in the century
and
a-half old church constructed of limestone and
sandstone
quarried-blocks; I love the tall-steeple of
standing-rib
metal-roofing and the gold-cross a top it.
It
is August - - - plenty hot at mid-day … no-air conditioning!
Our
children are completing “Summer Sunday-School”
and
have a program for parents and relatives. Beautiful!
The
collective-of-“cherubs” voice in-song a-hymn I
have
not heard before: “Amazing Grace”!
Indeed!
Tears-well
in my-eyes at the simple-reverence of-prayer!
Even-I,
not-blessed with a-virtuoso singing-voice can
carry
this-tune as its simple-lyrics flow the-notes in-Praise!
Honor! and Glory!
to God! The Spirit-“stirring” brings-tears
as
I write these words some-forty years after the-event.
Across
the parking-lot of this lovely-little country-church
stands
an emerald-green cornfield in the August-hellion
and
I-am Proud! to-be-a-simple Country-boy
Christian!
Amazing-Grace! My
favorite-hymn!
Amen!
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