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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