As a pastor's wife for many years,the job of cleaning the church usually fell on my shoulders.One day when I was cleaning,I noticed the altar was dusty.I thought 'how sad' that no one had been there praying for a few days,therefore allowing dust to settle there.From that I was inspired to write this poem.

Dusty Altar
I went into the church to clean,
Sweep floors,clean windows and such.
I never thought that what I'd find,
Would ever effect me so much.
I cleaned the floor,I wiped the glass,
And when I turned around,
I saw the saddest sight I think
I ever could have found.
The altar there was dusty,
What a pitiful sight to me.
For no one had been praying,
For a day,or two or three.
I thought of all the loved ones,
That were living out in sin,
And how we should be praying,
For the Lord to bring them in.
Lord,save the lost and heal the sick,
I knelt down there to pray.
And when I arose and looked,
The dust had gone away.
Church,please keep on praying,
And keep the altar clean.
There's too many lost loved ones,
To let the dust settle in.

By Tweetiepie (Lynda)