Norwegian Farmer’s Son…October 8th

October 8th…“WHAT WERE SOME OF THE CHURCHES IN YOUR BOYHOOD HOMETOWN OF KIESTER, MINNESOTA?”

POEM – “She Called Her Sons And Daughters”  by N. Elliott Noorlun

From three miles ‘cross the farmlands,

Her church bells could be heard,

Calling her sons and daughters,

To worship in His Word.

The glint of morning sunshine,

Reflected off stalks of corn,

As the call for saints to gather,

Was new and never worn.

And for those who came from Norway,

T’was even a church for them,

The sermon was in Norwegian,

From that land of ancient stem.

Our father attended a similar church,

In youthful days up north,

In days gone by, Young farmer guy,

Kinda questioned patience’s worth.

Two sermons were preached from the pulpit,

To the pews where saints were sat,

First in English, Second in Norwegian,

No wonder Dad’s smile was flat.

The key that touched my young boy’s life,

Was the family spirit owned,

As each family worshiped, According to,

The tenets that had been loaned,

From God above, Who knew His children,

Were different, And yet were one,

As each Sunday we were called to worship,

His one and only Son!!! 😉  ><>