One is white and one is brown.
One withstood the water's rush,
While the other soaked in far too much.
One still stands on solid ground,
The other's foundation is unsound,
Though both churches are very very old,
Only one is strong and free of mold.
Yet, God's constant grace breaks through,
As people from both churches drew,
Together to clean and fix and renew,
As best they could with this expanded crew.
With hope and prayers and funds, in time,
The unsound church will return to its prime.
But they need to think outside the 'box,'
And let God work beyond this perceived loss.
All we can do is give our best,
To help each other find true rest,
When worshipping in another space,
Created with God's love and grace.
God will guide them as they try,
To embrace these changes and not ask, "why"?
To take each step with heads held high,
And remember God's love will never die.
That sense of loss and heartfelt grief,
Which floods the heart and tests belief.
Will soon turn in a new direction,
As they regain spiritual resurrection.
We're all one family in God's eyes,
Working together to revise,
What seems an end, a sad demise,
For one little church that again will rise.
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