A Little Church by the Wood 

I remember the little Church by the wood.
To think of it in my mind, makes my heart feel good.
In my heart and mind I go back in memory
I think of dinner on the ground, underneath a tree.

I can go back only in my heart, but Jesus is still there.
When I dwell on it, I can think of learning a Prayer.
I remember the graveyard just a little bit away.
Just a child, and sat on a bench with parents on Sunday.

My grandparents and kin’s body lay there, even today
Someone had taken their markers, but Jesus took them away!
I would listen to the preacher and I believed in Jesus, to claim.
From then on, I knew I was always to pray in His name.

This was days of long ago in Tennessee by a lovely wood.
In the fall, as the leaves turned to gold I'd gather all I could.
All us kids would pick them up and decorate our room,
Open our curtains at night and let in the light of the moon.

I know when I go to Heaven; I will be a part of that old place.
I know many old friends will be there; I can see Grandma all in lace.
Mom and dad will be beside them, Jesus and my brother too.
I want to tell Jesus, thank you Lord, for all the blessings, you do.

©Pearlie Duncan Walker