In The Chapel
Copyright 2001 by Melissa Rives

I went to the chapel that sits by a river,

Such beautiful music I heard.

No church choir was singing with songbooks in hand,

Just the sweet song of a one tiny bird.

No pastor was preaching in front of a crowd,

But your voice came floating to me.

So we talked for awhile with no pew to sit in,

Just the stump of an old, long-gone tree.

In my heart I was sorry for taking so long,

To thank you for answering my plea.

I had asked you to help me get over the past,

I was searching to find the real me.

All along you were telling me to just keep believing,

That you would always be right by my side.

I was scared but I held on to my faltering hope,

You were wiping my tears as I cried.

My prayer is that you will use me somehow,

Perhaps all the things I went through...

Will help me reach out to some others in pain,

That my faith just might point them to you.

So now when I sit in your chapel of nature,

My eyes see the beauty of living.

Though the path may get rocky I know that you're there,

So my thanks unto you I am giving.

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