Sequachee Valley news. (Sequachee [Sequatchie], Tenn.) 1896-1952, 1910-12-15
THE NOMINAL CHURCH
Published hy rennest !

The Church and the World walked far
apart
On the changing shoes of time;
The World was singing a giddy song.
And the Church hymn sublime.
"Come, give me your hand, - said the
merry World,
And walk with me this way;
But the good Church hid her snowy
hands
Anu solemnly answered NAY,
l will not give you my hand at all,
And l will not walk with you:
Your way is the way that leads to
death;
To my Lord l must be true "
Nay, walk with me but little
space,
Said the World with kindly air;
THE road l walk is a pleasant road.
And the sun shines always there
Your path is thorny and rough and
rude,
But mine is broad and plain;
My way is paved with flowers and
dews,
And yours with tears and pain;
The sky to me is always blue,
No want, no toll know;
The sky above you is always dark,
Your lot is lot of woe;
The way you walk is narrow way,
But mine is amply wide.
Your house is too plain" said the
proud OLD World,
"Tll build you one like mine;
Carpets of Brussels and curtains of
lace,
And furniture ever so fine"
So he built her'a costly and beautiful
house,
Most splendid it was to behold;
Her sons and her beautiful daughters
dwelt there
Cleaning in purple and gold;
Rich fairs and shows in the halls were
held,
And the World and his children
were there.
Laughter and music and feasting were
heard
In the place that was meant for
prayer.
There were cushioned pews for the
rich and gay,
To sit in their pomp and pride;
While the poor, who we're clad in shah
by array,
But seldom came inside.
"You give too much to the poor, said
the World,
Far more than you ought to do;
If they are in need of shelter and food,
Why need it trouble your
Go, take your money and buy rich
robes,
Buy horses and carriages fine,
Buy pearls and jewels aud dainty food;
Buy the rarest and costliest wine;
My children dote on all these things,
And if you their love would win,
You must do as they do, and walk in
the ways
That they are walking in. -
Then the Church held fast the strings
of her purse,
And modestly lowered her head,
And simpered, ''No doubt you are
right, iii;
HenceforthI will do rs you've said"
Then the sons of the World and the
sons of the Church
Walked closely, hand and heart,
And only the Master, who knoweth all.
Could tell the two apart.
Then the Church sat down at her ease
and said
~ am rich and my goods are in-
creased,
I have need of nothing or augbt to do,
But to laugh, and dance and feast -
The sly World heard, and he laughed
in his sleeve,
And hooking said aside
1.-THE Church is fallen, the beautiful
Church,
And her shame is her boast andpride.
The angel drew near to the mercy seat,
And whispered in signs her name,
Then the loud anthems of rapture
were hushed,
And heads we're covered with shame.
And voice was heard at last by the
Church
From Him who sat on the Throne,
81 know thy works, and how thou
hast said,
4 am rich, and hast not known
That thou art naked, poor and blind,
And wretched before my face;
Therefore, from my presence, cast
thee out,
And blot thy name from its place.
Gospel Trumpet.
800 REWARD 800.
The readers of this paper will be
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