  � This church was founded by Reverend William Francis Goff in 1913 and was originally known as The Tin Plate Mission Church.  � THE CHURCH OF MY CHILDHOOD � Many years ago in days of childhood, My dad and Mother I recall so well. In a little country church high on a hillside, It�s a memory I shall always love to share. I recall our friends and neighbors waving sweetly, We�d pass as on our way to church we�d go. The little church where God inside was waiting, As I pranced along the hillside to and fro. The hymns we sang would start the Spirit flowing, And Mom, God bless her heart, would always shout. When the preacher gave his sermon from the Bible, The power of God came falling all about. This little church still stands with doors wide open, Although there may be several faces new, A few familiar faces still are faithful, Jesus will reward them all, both old and new. That is where my Dad and Mother met their Saviour, I can see them as they shouted arm in arm. Long ago, my dad passed on to be with Jesus, Safe forever from the Devil and all harm. Still, today I have my precious Mother with me, And I thank my Lord, He spared her life so sweet. She has set a great example for her children, And again, some day my Mom and Dad shall meet. Now years have passed and memories wander backwards, To the little church where Dad and Mother went, I can see it standing there high on the hillside, And the alter where their humble knees were bent. � � Copyright: Waneta L. Snell Written 03-24-62 � � TODAY'S MODERN CHURCH � Many churches today now walk with the world, Seems there�s �No Sin�in the things that they do.. Bingo parties and dances, and rummage sales, In church basements and upstairs too... � They say,�we�re not in the sanctuary,� But separate from the �Holy Place�... But God told Moses, the whole ground was Holy, When he talked to him face to face... � The basement is called the foundation, Therefore it must be strong.... But if Satan claims one corner stone, The whole building is weak and wrong... � Some churches hold �Club� meetings, In the teaching rooms of the church... �Club� people may bow heads for a minute, Is it club formality, or is God really in it?... � They�ll use the �Lord�s Prayer� as a pattern for this, When the heart�s not in it, it�s just praying �amiss�... They�ve forgotten the place wherein they stand Was built for �Worship�, and dedicated by man... � Our many forefathers of yesteryear, Would jump back in their graves, if today they were here... Because of the Sin in the churches they built, And seeing the hearts of them, bear no guilt... � In Isaiah fifty-six, verse seven, God called it �My House Of Prayer�.... They�ve brought the �World� into the prayer house of God It�s no wonder, God�s Spirit�s NOT there... � Instead of teaching �The straight narrow way�, They buy, sell, and sometimes to enter, a Fee some must pay.. They�ve kitchens, and cabinets, baby-beds and more.. Tables, sinks, stoves, refrigerators, nurseries, and toys galore.. � Bingo and Bridge tables, bar stools and bars, Makes my head swim, I can almost see stars. Some churches don�t even have alters, Wouldn�t know what one was for. Some day they�ll wish they had one, To run to when they enter the door. � There are various scriptures in the Bible, That tell us of God�s �House of Prayer�, Read it, confirm it, and study it, No parties, no commerce is there. � So, beware of the churches you enter, Make sure that it�s God�s �House of Prayer�, God�s church (people) is without spot or wrinkle, Be aware of this and take care. � Ecclesiastes, seven, verse two, Says that�s the end for all men, I believe this verse so important, So, go back and read it again. � �It�s better to go to the house of � mourning� itreads, Than to go to the house of �Feasting�, �For that�s the end for all men,� it says This is a good topic for �Preaching�. � � Copyright: Waneta L. Snell Written 08-24-83 � � Visit My Other Pages Below [ Home ] [ Personal ] [ Testimony ] [ My Miracle Son ] [ Waneta's Links ] [ My Nursing Profession ] [ My Mother ] [ My Husband ] [ The Prayer Room [ Index Of Poems! ] [ E-Mail Waneta ] My Daughters' Sites [ Sarah ] [ Dottie ] [ Jannie ] And my granddaughter: [ Heather ]  
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