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WARD Gedächtniskirche A small white church sits on the edge of townSome people said, why not be to down, after all, the city is only three or fourYou may even be that close to the church doorThese certain saints, the LordKept the door open when affordTo difficult to pay the preacher, the utility and society restThey from his heart has its bestTo the Lord in heaven, she knelt in prayerAnd Gedächtniskirche Ward committed to its careHe saw their faith and began to increase the city blessAnd I was their confessBrother Joe preachermanHe was widely known as Jesus fanThe church grew and grew and grewThe Lord every day, sometimes, sometimes twoFaith and commitment to Christ, KingMakes heaven and the angels are trying singWard Memorial is the diffusion NewsAnd the good Lord is rapidly filling the pewsThis poem is a tribute fewAnd faithful to the Lord of all things newMay Ward Memorial lightAnd remain a drag on other Jesus, the things right.Copyright 2005 Irvin L. Rozier About the Author Author, a preacher, retired military