The Spirit Is Willing Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Sunlight filters thru still air
Bare wood benches worn with care
Echoes of small children’s cries
Now long grown - still living lies

That old church stands feeble now
Hymns of yore still cling somehow
To plain walls that silent stand
Long forsook by praying hands

Circuit preachers' burning songs
Bringing hope to folks gone wrong
Then temptation pressed them sore
Faith and trust fell to the floor

Sunlight filters thru still air
Bare wood benches worn with care
Echoes of small children’s cries
Now long grown - still living lies.