The Visitor

By Christine Burns

“The day dawned clear and very bright,

A perfect Sabbath day.

I hurried then with all my might,

So I could be upon my way

To meet with others of like faith

Where we could worship, sing, and pray.

I found the church, a lovely place

For all to come and draw apart,

Where worldliness would leave no trace

And peace from heaven fill my heart.

I stepped inside and looked about,

And saw a place of beauty rare;

Then to my right I heard a shout

Of children playing on the stair….”

(this article is an excerpt from the May 1971 edition of the Sabbath Sentinel)

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