A fellow named Tom Green visited Thorncrown Chapel last week. While there, he wrote a poem about the chapel. He gave me permission to share it with you all.

There is a chapel in the woods

Admired by those who love good

In a world where hurry rules

Its solace is its crowning jewel

A pattern not unlike straight thorns

Here in this place hope may be reborn

When it seems you plans have died

Perhaps it is time to let go of pride

On a floor of rich brown stone

Give God what you don’t own

Beneath the dappled shade of trees

In quietness the Lord is pleased

Listening to hear His voice

He will show your best life choice

Leave behind you worldly hurry

Your doubt and unbelief and worry

He knows how to gently lead

How to grow once planted seeds

Within the soil of your heart

You will find the place to start

On a hill where three trees grew

The center one is meant for you

Flowing from it blood and water

Washing many sons and daughters

Tom Green manages a store in Branson Missouri ( http://www.wtrails.com/). He has a poetry writing ministry that has blessed many people.