It used to be that North End jewel
Got up quick for Sunday School
Winter walk across the Red
Never got to stay in bed
Learned my verses, sang some songs
All in German, some too long
Preachers there said heaven’s neat
Way back there on College Street
Then, in time, they launched a search
Sought some land, a brand new church
Elmwood MB – built to last
Peter, Paul and Mister Fast
All those Bible verses learned
Camp tuition thus I earned
Now I come a welcome guest
Same old pew, Sunday best
Who can know what future things
May yet be wrought by the King of Kings
Who can know what lies ahead
Sunday morning – stay in bed?
No, they say, you can’t do that
Put on your coat, go find your hat
Make your way to Elmwood MB
God surprises us, you see!
Way back then, when I left the fold
I never dreamed I’d get this old
…and pine for church where lies my heart
Where Deity and Destiny live not apart
I made my peace with all that was
…and is to come – because
I took the bread and drank the cup
With friends in church where I grew up!
Written in January of 2011 after going to Elmwood MB Church with my cousins Lloyd and Kathie Penner. Elmwood is the church I attended from the time I was a child until my teen years. As a teenager, I rebelled against God and church.
The idea for this poem came now, years later, while I sat in the pew, listening to the sermon, imagining us to be taking communion. Had it really happened that Sunday morning, I would have participated.
I read the poem at an annual Elmwood music and speech arts festival February 6, 2011. It was sandwiched between verses of “Faith of Our Fathers” which I played on the tenor sax, accompanied by Bertha Klassen on the piano.