THE POETRY OF SHARON CHURCH  (by members, circa mid-'60's)

GOD'S SYMPHONY

All nature plays God's Symphony

The birds, the wind, the trees

The pounding of an angry surf,

Soft whispering of a breeze-

A storm that brings the driving rain,

The parched earth's gentle sigh--

The birds all chirping, "Thank You",

When the soil's no longer dry.

The chatter of a busy squirrel,

Bright bubbling of a brook--

The quiet, peaceful stillness,

Of a pine grove's shady nook

No time to notice simple things?

Why must you hurry so?

You miss the PEACE, the Saviour brings,

To all who love Him so.

God plays his precious symphony,

Some movement, every day--

The instruments of nature,

Taking each their turn to play.

All nature played in harmony

A truly perfect blend.

'Twas man who added discord,

When he disobeyed and sinned.

Lift your eyes to God The Father,

Give Him thanks, with all your heart,

For His constant Melody of Life,

Of which you play a part.

                      Aldena Hedge Sieber