Church Poem by Dave Chessher

There is an old building
It stands in our street
A house of god where people meet
The church bells toll every hour
It sounds so great
They have such power

Walking through the big oak doors
This vast space tells you more
Stain glass windows everywhere
What a strange feeling you get from there
The feeling of presence hanging around
Feeling its cold breath pushing you down

People read from this leather bound book
What a story it tells, should you look
Have a peek and you might see
This old book is not for me
On the other hand, you might find
It is a joy to read, and quietens the mind



Is it possible, can it be true?
All the things they preach to you
Open your eyes open your mind
Maybe one day you will find
This feeling from above
May touch your soul
Like the warmth of love


Wooden pews so vast and long
People sit there, they have great song
Saying their prayers, to the man above
Trying to touch him, to feel his love
Big slate grave stones, under your feet
People at rest, hoping to meet

The great lord above