Stephen Paulus (1949-2014)
The Old Church leans nearby a well worn road
upon a hill that has no grass or tree
The winds from off the prairie now unload
the dust they bring around it fitfully
The path that leads up to the open door
is worn and grayed by many toiling feet
of us who listen to the Bible lore
and once again the old time hymns repeat.
And every Sabbath Morning we are still
returning to the altar standing there;
a hush, a prayer, a pause, and voices
fill the Master’s House with a triumphant air.
The old church leans awry and looks quite odd,
But it is beautiful to us, and God.