The Treasure
They built the church mighty tall,
Nothing but the best, wall-to-wall,
They wanted a place to treasure,
To hold dear,
Money is no problem, have no fear,
Even the organ must be first class,
A million and a half and that’s no laugh
Then it was done, how proud they must be,
To have built a church for all to see,
But here and there, across the street,
Around the town,
First by leaps, then by bounds,
The schools were gone,
One by one,
No children to come to worship the Son,
No young voices to be raised in praise,
To fill that church in coming days,
So the organ plays year after year,
But now there are fewer and fewer
ears to hear,
They built the church mighty tall,
They did not build the children,
The real treasure after all.
1 comment:
Excellent, that hits you right between the eyes!
In 3 years when more schools close we'll have to talk about it again.
In 10 years when the schools are all gone or more likely privatized they'll wonder why the catholic churches in town are starting to close more and more and more.
"where did all the parishioners go is what they'll say".
No catholic schools today, no parish tomorrow.
Hope that new organ sounds good, it's coming off the back of the children who can't go to school anymore.
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