A Psalm for the Old County... A poem

Brothers, Sisters

Sad to say
There'll be no baptisms
Today
...
Sheppard's Creek
Is nearly dry
The water here's
In short supply
...
That brand new dam
Is now complete
Placed there by
The county seat
...
That politician
Shook our hand
And took away
The Promised Land
...
He told us all
What progress meant
We signed our names
With good intent
...
The County
Now an empty shell
A shadow of
It's former self
...
The Water tower
Rising high
A rusty memory
In the sky
...
That bullet riddled
Highway sign
Forgotten by
The county line
...
I am afraid
Will fall away
And guide no more
To come our way
...
Where thirty pieces
Bought our pride
A bag of nails
Was now applied
...
A swift betrayal
We'd come to know
Would come before
The rooster's crow
...
But congregation
Gather round
And let us make
A joyful sound
...
In every loss
We find a gain
For all things
Circle round again
...
You Little lamb
That wandered far
Who lost sight of
The evening star
...
A guiding palm
Is stretched out wide
Inviting all
To come inside
...
County taxes
May be high
But Judgment Day
Is drawing nigh
...
Remember this
When times are tough
When winds grow strong
And waters rough
...
A thirsty eye
Will look above
But faithful hearts
Will look with love
...
Pray for peace
For Mercy's sake
Pray the Lord
Your soul to take
...
Give refuge to
The barefoot child
And to the widow
Meek and mild
...
Prepare them for
That trumpets blast
This day on Earth
May be their last
...
This barren land
So parched, so dry
Will be caught up
Where sparrows fly
...
Take these things
As like a Psalm
With words to comfort
Words to calm
...
When kingdom comes
We'll find our way
Just know that day
Is not today
...
With all our funds
In that "dam" hill
We can't afford
the water bill
...
So brothers, sisters
I'm sad to say
There's still no baptisms
Today
...