There was a space
\nat the edge of a meadow.
\nAn inlet of lotus and clear water.
\nHouses and fisheries
\nwith boats of unpainted plank,
\nsails and oars,
\nand a railhead to the west
\ncoming over virgin soil
\nwith black angular feet
\nand puffing steam.<\/p>\n
A meadow where people passed
\nby willow and grass.
\nPeople devout in their lives,
\nlooking for sanctuary,
\na place to come
\nin this beautiful place,
\nand thank Providence
\nfor its good earth.
\nA place to put their prayers and songs,
\ncomfort their sick and lonely,
\nand hear their children laugh
\nwith the sweetness of play.<\/p>\n
And from need and longing
\na church was born
\nbrought to birth
\nfrom quarry stone,
\ntimber from the woods,
\nglass stained by the indelible
\ninks of their earth.
\nA place to call Calvary,
\ntriumph,
\nthe ascension of good,
\nthe toil of their dream
\ncompleted.<\/p>\n
The resurrection of hearts made whole,
\na place to learn of God,
\na chapel for His word,
\nbrought to the town they loved,
\nSandusky,
\nand their church called Calvary.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There was a space at the edge of a meadow. An inlet of lotus and clear water. Houses and fisheries with boats of unpainted plank,…<\/p>\n