The sparrows flit by from tree to tree,
The frisky gray squirrels were curious to see,
All of them wondering just why
We were holding our Prayer Meeting under the sky.
‘Twas somebody’s goof – that caused this to be –
A gathering at church, without a key.
We were a small group with hearts filled with love –
To raise our voices in prayer to the Lord above.
Now what better temple, than the one God made,
The bright fall leaves were on parade
As we heard those familiar words so dear –
The breeze made music to our ear.
When our thanks to God we were addressing
I silently gave thanks for this special blessing.
Sometimes when things become too routine
We tend to take them for granted – forget what they mean.
Then God, in His own gentle, loving way
Gives us a nudge – takes our apathy away.
This was just a no-frill ceremony, and yet
A heart-warming memory I’ll never forget.
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