Wednesday Night In Ashburton Poem by Phillip Ragan

Wednesday night in Ashburton
there is something in the air!
I'm listening to Rachmaninoff,
problems seem elsewhere

Somebody is calling
A number I don't know
But I look at the stars above
and watch them softly glow

The summer breeze is gentle
the swimming pool it gleams
the moon it is so distant
like all those former dreams.

For there is something comforting
that you can't legislate
and that is Salvation
for patiently God waits

To see if you will exercise
your free-will and decide
to call upon His perfect Son
and join the winning side

For there is nothing more
exhilarating than
the friendship of The Holy Ghost
Thanks be to The Son of Man

And I shall never be complacent
never underestimate
the price that Christ paid for my soul
How can I articulate?

The gratitude I feel;
Joy without compare
Wednesday night in Ashburton
There is something in the air!