There's an old church door weathered and blown.
She's seen it alL our old church door.
She's welcome parishioners and priests.
And she's watched them leave.
She's seen the changing of the seasons.
She's watched these decades and centuries fly by.
She's watched new babies being born and baptized.
She's seen people confirmed and welcomed them into the community.
When people pass on, well she's been there too.
She's got battle scars from fights with mother nature.
Maybe that's why she doesn't get used much anymore.
People still come but they prefer those newer doors to her.
But she's there just the same.
Waving at passersby.
Come Palm Sunday she'll have her moment to shine.
The priests will stand in front of her and she'll stand a little straighter too.
She'll be there with arms open wide to greet all who enter.
She's seen so much and there's still so much more to see.
Yes, our old church door, she'll be standing long after the rest of us have gone.
