Bessie's Bell

Poem By Sandra E. Beguhn

I wasn't going to church that morning,
but I heard Bessie at the bell.
This is the day that the Lord has made,
I heard this message so well. You could always tell it was Bessie,
in the manner that is was rung,
it said, come to church, come to church,
almost as if it were sung. Just an old white country church,
where very few attend,
usually, a traveling preacher,
but, you could always hear an, Amen! Bessie's gone to Heaven now,
but I bet that things go swell,
if only they will let her,
ring that old church bell. Maybe through the country side,
down through Heavens floor,
we will hear, that come to church,
blessed again, just one time more.

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