Dawn Tucek, Dear Pastor:</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=14.htm>Dawn Tucek</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Dear Pastor:</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>Last Sunday I attended your church.<br>Your sermon was, Okay.<br>You told of mansions in Gods house<br>He's building for our stay,<br>With what we Christians send ahead;<br>Precious stones, wood or hay.<br>I heard you tell how we should love,<br>For God is love, you know;<br>And on this earth in service<br>Our heavenly treasure sow-<br>That our love for Jesus<br>Might daily stronger grow.<br>I heard you tell of heaven,<br>And how Christians ought to feel<br>Toward earthly treasures vainly stored<br>Where thieves break through and steal.<br>You spoke sincerely every word,<br>And I felt you faith was real.<br>But, when the last song had been sung,<br>And, the benediction said:<br>I left with saddened heart and soul:<br>Is this why Jesus bled?<br>You see, no one had welcomed me, and<br>I knew your church was dead.<br>For if your hearts did overflow<br>With love from God, you see,<br>There would have been so many friends<br>Waiting to speak to me, and<br>In that fellowship so sweet,<br>We'd close to heaven be.</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>