LORD? I've been to million-dollar-buildings, that claims to possess your 'Grace' and 'Charms'.
But I didn't see no smiling faces, or were I welcomed with outstretched arms.
I've heard their speakers make a mockery or You, in some of the things that they would say.
That I'd just got up, walk outside and sat in my car to pray.
For I was thinking of a little one room school house, that I use to know as "Your Place".
Though often less than half-filled with Christians, they sure knew how to "Praise Your Holy Grace".
The preachers didn't speculate, on how one might serve you, Lord.
For they could often give us the chapter and verse, from the "Books" of "Your Holy Word".
I often think of those good brothers and sisters, I love them all so much!
And to visualize the sound of a good testimony, is . . . Well Lord, . its such a "Spiritual Touch!"
Sometimes I seem to hear the singing, that the Congregation use to do there.
And I can remember times that I'd roast,
As those Hymns, through the "Holy Ghost",
Would heat up the cold Winter Air.

Speaking of cold winters, I hope my Great Uncle can see,
How he once planted a little seed, though it's harvested often by me.
For when I was young I'd walked the Ridge, though rain or snow and freezing winds.
Just to experience the wonderful warmth, that's only felt among Christian Friends.
There came this wet and snowy day, when the wind was blowing strong.
And I actually thought I was going to freeze to death, when uncle Dorsey happened along.
Rolling down her window and using her hands to block the wind from her breath.
My Great aunt Dovie yelled: "It's cold, get in! are you trying to catch your death!"
I brushed the snow from my clothing, and remarked that I was to wet to get in.
When uncle Dorsey stated: "I wouldn't own a car that I felt was to good for a cold and wet friend".
Lord, that one comment became the seed, that has sprouted into a proud confession.
"That I haven't met,
Not one of God's Children yet,
That I value less then some Earthly procession."

I remember the one time, that I was out just driving along.
Well; actually; I was speeding up Plum Fork, and we 'bout collided, head on.
Brother Perry just smiled, then stopped, and we got talking one on one.
When I told him a confession, of an injustice I might have done.
I said: "Back when the rains would come, and the creek would get to high.
For me to hop the rocks, in order to reach the other side.
I use to slip across your bridge, up and around on your driveway.
And never once thought to ask if you mind, and if it would be O. K."
Brother Perry's smile just got brighter, it was the last one from him that I saw.
As he stated: "I often watched you from the shallow, and I never question the "Will of God".
And it amaze me that you would allow Satan to convince you that you were "God's Lawbreaker".
Don't you know that I'm His,
and that Christ was. . . and is.
My Caretaker.

I think you for the summer, when my clothing were old and to thin to wear.
I had no means to buy replacements, and I brought it to You in prayer.
I prayed: "Lord, school starts next week, and if its no harm to my "Salvation.
I have this longing deep within, to continue on with an education".
That Sunday after Church, as I jested with Brother Joe Wright.
He stated: "School starts tomorrow, so get plenty of rest tonight."
I told him that I'd be dropping out, for I couldn't afford the financial price.
He commend: "You be there when that bell rings, and leave the finances to Christ."
Well Lord, I graduated that year, thanks to You and all those good Christains there.
I wonder. . Did I ever personally thanked them, for the burdens they must have bared.
Lord, if it's Your will, I'd die tonight, but if You were to grant me a few more days or so.
I wonder. . "Is it possible for me to honor their loss?
By allowing me to bear a portion of their "Cross".
To repay them the Debt that I owe.

As I sat here wondering if that little church is in existence today.
I wonder, "Is there's at lease one Christain there, who remembers me when they pray?"
I wonder if it might be Your Will, that I can join them, perhaps just once more.
Those whose smiling faces and outstretched arms have welcomed even strangers through "Your Door".
And My Prayer is: "That everywhere the Christians can hold tightly to one another's hands.
That each and every brother and sister can forgive the unintentional sins.
Help us to be faithful, to worship, study, pray and fast.
To live every waking moment, as if we knew it was our last.
Let our light shine so bright, that all the sinners can see and adore.
The one "Real Thing" in this whole life, that's really worth living for."
And I pray for all the sinners, may they decline from being "God's Lawbreaker"
Lord, how I'd love to go,
to some Little Church where I know,
Christ stands anxiously waiting to become one's Caretaker.

Samuel Blaine Allen
364 Holiday Ave
Woodsfield, Ohio 43793
(740) 472 - 0038 - blaine@1st.net