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Saturday, November 24, 2012

The Church Steeple - A Poem

Today's post is some reflections on the place of the church and the Gospel which she preaches in the 21st century. 

The Church Steeple
 
The spire of hope, aiming to the sky
 
Overlooks the city, full of passers-by
 
Its white gleaming paint and golden cross
 
Pointing to hope for a humanity that is lost
 
The world is convinced that its message is no longer needed
 
They say the God of its claims went ignored and unheeded
 
Glamour and fame, bright lights and smart phones
 
Humanity defined as evolved flesh and bones
 
The steeple has seen many clouds go by
 
Suns have risen up and sunken in the sky
 
The Gospel preached under its point below
 
Has seen such claims come and go
 
An atheist said Christianity would be laid to rest
 
Yet his home became a Bible printing press
 
The church's identity rises no higher than the cross
 
The Savior will prevail despite culture's tempest toss
 
I fear not of skeptics ramblings, ebb and flow of culture's tide
 
The Steeple of the Gospel will stand and the Word will abide