Four Clean and White-Washed Walls

I'm notorious for being a sentimental, emotional person who gets attached to the strangest thing.  One evening, sitting on the back pew of a prayer service, I began to look at the four walls of the church building.  Those walls had seen my own baptism and confirmation, and many others.  They had seen baby blessings, ordinations, preaching services, prayer services, music services, choir practices, plays, orchestra concerts...even small renditions of Handel's Messiah.  I have had so many testimonies that took place in that building.  I realized how attached to it I had grown...and I wrote these words.

Four clean and whitewashed walls,

Standing sturdy; standing tall.

Calm and gentle, bereft of sin,

Dear, sweet memories deep within.

These four walls, my soul does love --

Felt within the Presence from above.

These four walls, so Spirit-blessed,

Wherein I find sweet love and rest.

Angels there do stand beside us,

Our Savior, King, does hold and hide us.

These four walls for me hold peace;

Where blessings there ne'er do cease.

Four clean and whitewashed walls,

Standing sturdy; standing tall.

Calm and gentle, bereft of sin;

Dear, sweet memories, deep within.

September 3rd, 2014