St. Swithun's Church Poem
Crampmoor, Romsey

 

St Swithun's Church outside 1919

 

Small stained glass window
    A tiny church, a corner stone,
    A building standing all alone
    A centre for the folk who know
    A garden which, with love they sow.
    Born out of care in years gone by
    And built with gifts and many a sigh.
    The love it wrought will see us through
    Another century it's true.

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    Its history is part of life
    And it has seen its share of strife.
    Its legacy is real and strong
    From those who've loved and done no wrong.
    Its doors are open on the day
    We give our worship and we pray,
    At other times the doors we lock
    For fear the stranger's hand will knock.

  
 
    In days gone by the doors were clear,
    And children's voices you would hear.
    A schoolroom and a church its been
    And village life its centre seen.
    A home, a place of worship dear
    And love for it is very clear.
    It has its congregation true
    And they remain the faithful few.

  
 
    And by their loyalty they show
    St. Swithun's will in future grow
    A history not shrouded deep
    We will its story try to keep
    So others may be lifted too
    By lessons learned and deeds they do.
    At times its had a chequered past
    But it was built with love to last.

  
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    The little church just up the way
    Where one may go and one may stay
    But people come and people go
    And still it keeps the faith we know.
    So if you feel your faith needs food
    And you want safe and pleasant mood
    Come join the small and happy clans
    Who call themselves St. Swithun's fans.

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By Tricia Moisley - 1998

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St Swithun's Church Poem