It’s a beautiful historical church
Reaches up forever it seems
Its awesome and stately look
Right out of nighttime dreams
It’s been around so many years
God has nestled in its folds
Generation after generation
His constant word is what it holds
To add this picturesque church
Is a bridge that’s historical too
So charming and so old
It almost seems untrue
It’s like God was in the planning
You can feel the fluffy clouds
Straight up into heaven it seems
Only saints would be allowed
In the heart of Oklahoma City
As though up on a heavenly ridge
The pure designs of the church
And the Walnut Street Bridge!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely done, this is one that seems to flow off your lips as you read it.