THE STEEPLE
DONALD ELLIS MAY 31 1995
The preacher asked a silly question
just the other day,
That caused me to give thought
and on this matter pray.
The question was, oh dear friend tell me
just what this church would do,
if everyone here in this church
was like the likes of you.
When I first heard it I began to swell with pride.
What a wonderful plave to be,
If every person here in this church
was like the lieks of me.
Had I not tried to be their friend,
They had all seen me pray.
they knew that I truely loved the Lord
and walked with him each day.
If everyone was just like me,
They were going to a higher place someday.
they would be truely proud
to have me lead the way.
Had I not tried to do for this church
in just about everyway.
These so-called Christians would truely be blesses,
To follow me each day.
On my way to that higher plce
and for me to lead these people.
My vision was just above the roof,
and I thought about that steeple.
Just who cleans that blessed thing,
it sure has not been I.
Things I have done have been on the ground.
I sure don't get that high.
I began to think more,
about that question.
And then I felt a sigh.
Maybe we need a few other people
Who are not as saintly as I .
I was doing ok, On that stuid question.
I was really starting to beam.
Until I thought about that steeple
That someone else would have to clean
Dear frieands if you are setting in that pew
with a high and mighty dream,
Maybe you should become more humble,
If you think of a steeple to clean.
It may not be a steeple
to bring you back to earth
For you to search your soul. To tell about it's worth.
You may have to get lower
For your answer to be found
As you think about that steeple
Put your knees upon the ground.
You may have to repent
For those high and mighty ways
If all folks were like you and I
They would truely have to pray.
My dear friends remember
as you go passing by.
And you should see a steeple
Towering in the sky.
would that church be better off,
If everyone did as I.
Maybe God had a better Plan,
To make so many different people,
Maybe I was made to pray
For the man who cleans the steeple.
Dedicated to Bro. Dwight Coffman
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