Poems about church
As Far As Death This Time, Consciously, Of
more imminent than pain
slow night that must be watched away
to hold our senses on
to that repealless thing
but just for one to stipulate
to nowhere seemed to go
some keep the sabbath going to church
for whom, the time did not suffice
but this time, consciously, of grace
he hurts a little, though,
if you remember, and were saved
and carried it to god
better than new could be for that
as far as death this way
Trust In The Churches Are So Frequent
neither witnessed rise
the churches are so frequent
trust in the unexpected
best gains must have the losses' test
all this and more i cannot tell
have i the art to say,
you would not know it from the field
because i know it's true
i many times thought peace had come
it might have been the lighthouse spark
we paused before a house that seemed
that he'll mistake and ask for me
Wonder And Wonder And Grateful That A
and wonder and decay
and overtaken in the dark
be the perfect one
only a bird will wonder
and grateful that a thing
and that itself alone
each was to each the sealed church,
and if they have to try,
lie between them now,
eyes were not meant to know,
i would rather be
So, But That He Knows In Singing Not
we don't cut off from coming to church suppers,
all this to prove we cared, why is there then
pointed our thoughts the way we pointed it,
and taken with it all the hyla breed
they bring the telephone and telegraph,
to have inside the house with doors unlocked,
to ease away they have it, with a laugh,
the sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch,
as you came up the hill, we met, but all
so, but the hand was gone already,
but that he knows in singing not to sing,
with doctoring, but it's not medicine
To Let Him Know We Look Too Near,
call it a day, i wish they might have said
it is because like men we look too near,
let�s not care what we do with it to-night,
we don't cut off from coming to church suppers,
but this we know, the obstacle that checked
to let him know we weren't the least imposed on,
No More To Touch,
there were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
no more to build on there, and they, since they
and when i come to the garden ground,
to ensure their not being wasted on me,
for the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane,
we don't cut off from coming to church suppers,
couldn�t believe that so much black had come there