I spied the steeple of a Church,

high upon a lofty perch.

From miles , upon an unkempt hill,

One could see the spire still.

Inside the peoples voices sang about,

Peace throughout the land without a doubt.

There were songs of love and fellowman;

In stepped a drunk with trembling hand.

Staggering up and through the door,

At last collapsing upon the Alder floor.

Up stepped one man with a loving heart,

With a tithe to give this drunk a start.

Years passed: a deed was long forgot;

A new Church to be built upon the spot.

A man stepped forward with a generous gift,

"I was down the Church gave me a lift!"

A Church now stands proud for all to see;

And the peoples messages comes to me.

As in one voice they sing---some even cried,

The words, "Let No man be denied!"