Lamar-Monroe County GaArchives News.....In Memoriam of Barnesville First Methodist Church, by Blondine Owen August 24, 1939
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News-Gazette, Barnesville, GA August 24, 1939
Lord, where is our Church? in an-
     guish, we cry,
In sack cloth and ashes, as we sadly
     pass by.
Consumed in smoke, the Church of
     our love and dreams,
Our hearts are burdened with a load
     it seems.

Where is our altar of love, worship
    and prayer?
Where, partakers with Thee, we
    found new power.
We have been purged.  Lord to Thee,
    we would turn
Sanctify and cleanse us, as our
    hearts do burn.

Where are our pews which so gladly
    we would fill?
Eager to learn of Thee, and to do 
    Thy will
Each pew was sacred with memories
    of Thee;
Show us Thy way Lord, as to Thee
    we flee.

Oh! Whence went our windows, so
    beautiful and rare?
The picture of the sower where Thou
    wast there,
Our Church was lovely, all flooded 
    with light,
For Thy face we saw so radiant and
    bright.

Where are our steps which led us
    inside
Leading away from the world
    outside?
Ansyer [sic] our prayers, oh Lord we
    do pray;
Give us new strength for the un-
    known day.

Where is our Dr. Willis, whose life
    ebbed away
As the embers were dying in the 
    heat of the day?
From heaven he whispers, to us as
    we cry,
"Just serve and work until you die".

Where is the steeple, stately, lofty
    and high
Which mounted to God above the
    sky?
Answer us Lord to us reveal,
Just why our beautiful Church had to keel.

And the Lord looked down on his
    flock of sheep,
Climbing up to Him thru mountains
    steep;
Dry your tears and, tho, tossed to
    and fro,
A new Church we'll build to which
    you all can go.

The way I'll show you tho' hard it
    seems,
The beacon is burning and brightly
    it gleams;
The money shall come from near
    and far,
To lead the way to the heavenly
    star.

The corner stone shall be filled with
    bleeding hearts,
Stript of pride and torn in parts,
God's plans shall never go amiss,
Salute the New Church with a holy
    kiss.

Additional Comments:
A photograph of the church burning appears at the top of this article.  
Barnesville's First Methodist Church was destroyed by fire on Tuesday, 15 
August 1939.

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