In hallowed halls where echoes softly tread,
Where stained glass paints the stories of the creed,
There lies a treasure, in old hymns, unsaid,
A timeless message, which young hearts still need.

Once sung with fervor, notes rising like dawn,
Those hymns of old, in reverent tones so sweet,
Their words a balm, on troubled waters drawn,
In every line, wisdom and solace meet.

For in those verses, tales of grace unfold,
Of trials, faith, and love that never dims,
Each melody, a story bravely told,
A heritage residing in those hymns.

Yet, in pursuit of modern tunes and rhymes,
Churches may lose the echoes of those times.

Oh, bring back the hymns, those ancient, sacred songs,
Let them resound where they have long belonged,
For in their lines, a timeless truth belongs,
A chorus of faith, enduring and strong.

The youth may wander, seeking for a sign,
In old hymns, find the roots of faith's great tree,
A bridge across the chasm of time,
Connecting past to future, you and me.

So sing again, those hymns of old, so dear,
Their messages of hope, love, and fear,
For in their words, the young may yet find clear,
The timeless truths they need to hold near.

January 19, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Penned for my friend 
Dennis Carlson