This solid structure still proudly stands Building costs covered by volunteer hands Locally quarried, each sandstone block A place of worship for God’s own flock.
On Mudgee Road by a running stream This place a refuge for all it seems A union church but just for some Those loyal to Rome need not come. Not far away in another space The faithful rest at the end of their race ‘At your own risk, enter’ the fence sign warns No more to danger these risk takers drawn. Years ago after hymns were sung Young men practised skills with guns Silence broken by rifle crack Preparing for war, some never came back. Many times I passed in the dead of night When the road ahead was the only sight Unaware of this church standing by the way That led me safely to Binnaway. This road I travelled so long ago When I passed this church but didn’t know Some fifty years since these nightly forays To Binnaway on the Castlereagh. Today I returned to this church on the rise In daylight to wander and see with my eyes Then ponder the value of buildings like this A part of the landscape I think we would miss.
© Jim Low
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