Old Hymns Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Thoughts of days long gone away
Hymns sung in a humble way
Pious hands in kind laps lay
Fingers crossed to gently pray

Windows letting in God's light
Softening the coming night
Eyes still red from streams of tears
Holding on though long in years

Dreaming of those days of old
Timeworn pews worth more than gold
Faces plain yet with a glow
Eyes so single voices low

Long forgotten are those days
Laid aside those hallowed ways
Now replaced by mighty powers
Trading gold in granite towers

A lone poet mourns the day
Hymns sung in a humble way
Faded as hearts turned away
Minds and hearts forgot to pray

Thoughts of days long gone away
Hymns sung in a humble way
Pious hands in kind laps lay
Fingers crossed to gently pray.