We visited a small church on Sunday, on a hill , in the trees and overlooking a lake. A beautiful place for a church...I was moved to capture the moment...here are a few words "trying" to capture those magical moments.
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,
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,
mornings glorious light off the lake,
that baths the sanctuary with a heavenly light.
Music made by man pours out
paying tribute to God’s glory,
as the beauty of the trees and lake pour in
showing the best of Gods creation.
Love and harmony,
praise and prayer,
well up from all within,
the little church on the lake.
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