The Church Is... Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

The Church Is...



A refuge of shelter from
The world’s fury and scorn;
A hospital to care for
God’s soldiers, battle worn.

A home of fervent love
Midst the hatred and cold;
A fountain of joy refreshing
Thirsty ones of the fold.

A door of warm welcome
To those rejected in this life;
A tranquil spot to flee from
All bitterness and strife.

A reservoir of truth
To extol the Light;
A beacon of hope,
Expelling the night.

A house of worship
For the faithful who attend;
A rescue mission,
Helping sinners amend.

A closet of prayer
For seekers of His grace;
A sanctuary of repose,
Communion and solace.

A school to learn of Jesus,
The One who paid for our sin;
A platform to exalt Him
As Lord and Savior of all men!

Saturday, May 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: faith
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Author's notes:
I know some will read this and be filled with disagreement with my words. Why? Maybe because someone in some church has hurt them, or not always acted the way a they expect people who attend church should act.
However, I believe the number of bad churches are in the minority. Churches have done so much for people down through the years and the right kind of churches are there when you need them.
I always tell people to try to be part of the solution and not more of the problem. I was taught, 'You don’t throw the baby out with the bath water.' So, don’t give up on the church!
Churches have their faults, but could that be because they are filled with people who have faults? Churches are not perfect for they are attended by imperfect people.
I have heard so many say they do not go to church because there are so many hypocrites who attend. However, I question if they cease from attending movies, sports events, and the grocery store for the same reason. There are imperfect people everywhere, even in church.
The church is so many things to those who attend, and even though there may be problems, I am one who is thankful for God's church. The Church belongs to Jesus, He built it and he purchased it with His blood.

We read in Matthew 16: 15-18 (15) He saith unto them, But whom say ye that I am? (16) And Simon Peter answered and said, Thou art the Christ, the Son of the living God. (17) And Jesus answered and said unto him, Blessed art thou, Simon Barjona: for flesh and blood hath not revealed it unto thee, but my Father which is in heaven. (18) And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. (KJV)


I hope you enjoy, Loyd
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Katelin Taylor 19 May 2014

What a lovely picture of the way many churches are and how they should be. Mine has its flaws but I still choose to see it through the good things about it.

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