Carthage

June 22, 2010

"If These Rooms Could Speak"

If these rooms could speak,

What would they chose to say?

Which one would cry the loudest

Of the injustice done that day?

Would there be any shaky sighs,

Or mournful groans of pain?

Would there be anger in their sermons

From when a prophet here was slain?

Or would joy run through their timbers

To stand and testify!

Of the Lord's anointed servant,

Who had come here that day to die?

Would the dining room and parlor

Sing praises to the family

That gave and loved and served the man

In whom a goodness they could see?

Would the first floor cell tell

Of the songs they sang

And of the testimony borne

Of the book that bears the Savior's name?

Would the staircase raise a guilt filled cry

For carrying those feet?

For helplessly supporting those

Who sought for God's defeat?

And would the dungeon awesomely explain

The miracle it knows it saw:

Death conquered by charity

The weight of a mattress and some straw?

And that room that saw the bullets fly,

Would it declare with thunder,

The evil that stood outside it's door

The men determined to put him under?

Would they whisper the solace of forgiveness,

And beckon towards the Christ,

For whom his blood was spilt,

To whom he gave his life?
No.

I think they'd stand in silence

Much like they do now,

Fostering the spirit,

To pierce as deep as each heart will allow.

So the spirit can be the teacher,

And the room provide a place

For the holy ghost to heal men's hearts

Each according to it's case

Written by: Sister Anne Bailey