Upon the Closing of Trinity Lutheran Church after 118 years

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Angels kneel here for now a warrior dies
Silver swords lay still, golden heads are bowed
For one who stood ‘gainst the Father of Lies
Now rests here wrapped in mourner’s tearful shroud
A mark of mouldring wood is all remains
Of life that grasped many a weary saint
Of hands that bled to break Hell’s fest’ring chains
And healing words to oint sin’s blist’ring taint
Oh! Hear the wail of the collected host
Like Troy when Hector fell upon the field
And all of heaven sighs, alone engrossed
In the one who fought long but was not sealed;
For the day will come with vict’ry’s trump call
Leaving these warriors strewn ‘cross the field—all