“I Saw a Steeple”
I saw a steeple pointing high, lifting my eyes upward.
I felt the pulling of strings inside, calling me homeward.
Inside the doors were welcome sounds, voices full of joy I heard.
And when the Word of God was read, I went forward.
Not a preacher’s hand to shake, or to drop a dollar in a plate,
But in humble, broken, desperation seeking needed consolation
That the upward, homeward consecration wasn’t over.
Assurance was the welcome sound; the Spirit’s Voice I heard.
So from my knees I stood repaired, repented, marching onward.
– Anthony Baker