I love this watercolor Christmas church painting. It was done by our daughter, Jill during one of her home schooled high school years. I love the soft colors and the glow of the little church in the snow. Learning to paint with watercolors is on my “bucket” list 
Watercolor Christmas Church
Watercolor Christmas Church
The Little Church
by Edgar Guest
The little church of Long Ago, where as a boy I sat
With mother in the family pew and fumbled with my hat
With mother in the family pew and fumbled with my hat
How I would like to see it now the way I saw it then,
The straight-backed pews, the pulpit high, the women and the men
The straight-backed pews, the pulpit high, the women and the men
Dressed stiffly in their Sunday clothes and solemnly devout,
Who closed their eyes when prayers were said and never looked about
Who closed their eyes when prayers were said and never looked about
That little church of Long Ago, it wasn’t grand to see,
But even as a little boy it meant a lot to me.
The choir loft where father sang comes back to me again;
I hear his tenor voice once more the way I heard it when
I hear his tenor voice once more the way I heard it when
The deacons used to pass the plate, and once again I see
The people fumbling for their coins, as glad as they could be
The people fumbling for their coins, as glad as they could be
To drop their quarters on the plate, and I’m a boy once more
With my two pennies in my fist that mother gave before
With my two pennies in my fist that mother gave before
We left the house, and once again I’m reaching out to try
To drop them on the plate before the deacon passes by.
It seems to me I’m sitting in that high-backed pew, the while
The minister is preaching in that good old-fashioned style;
The minister is preaching in that good old-fashioned style;
And though I couldn’t understand it all somehow I know
The Bible was the text book in that church of Long Ago;
The Bible was the text book in that church of Long Ago;
He didn’t preach on politics, but used the word of God,
And even now I seem to see the people gravely nod, As though agreeing thoroughly with all he had to say,
And then I see them thanking him before they go away.
And even now I seem to see the people gravely nod, As though agreeing thoroughly with all he had to say,
And then I see them thanking him before they go away.
The little church of Long Ago was not a structure huge,
It had no hired singers or no other subterfuge
It had no hired singers or no other subterfuge
To get the people to attend, ’twas just a simple place
Where every Sunday we were told about God’s saving grace;
Where every Sunday we were told about God’s saving grace;
No men of wealth were gathered there to help it with a gift;
The only worldly thing it had–a mortgage hard to lift.
The only worldly thing it had–a mortgage hard to lift.
And somehow, dreaming here to-day, I wish that I could know
The joy of once more sitting in that church of Long Ago.
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Lovely! I took a few watercolor classes, but didn't do so well at it. It looks so easy, but it isn't. I am going to try my hand at it again though. I have done some small paintings with watercolor pencils. That is fun! Give it a try first.
Great poem too.
Hugs, Tara
Just beautiful!!!
What a very special treasure to have as it must remind you of your daughter every time you look at it :i)
What a beautiful painting!!! And the poem was just as beautiful. Makes me long for the days I sat in church listening to my father preach when I was a little girl. Very nice.
Beautiful picture and wonderful poem I really enjoyed that ~Blessings and Merry Christmas Heather
Brava! For the beautiful, peaceful watercolor and also for sharing the lovely poem. It made me quite nostalgic.
I do so hope your Christmas Season is a wonderful one.
God bless!
What a lovely treasure!
What a wonderful keepsake you have in that picture! I loved the poem!
Have a great day!
Your daughter has done one excellent job.
My Show n Tell is a gift to me from years ago…ANGELS WE HAVE HEARD ON HIGH
Wow, she did an amazing job! I think water colors are really hard to work with so I'm really impressed!
I really like the poem and the painting by your daughter is a treasure to bring out each Christmas!
Blessings!
Lovely picture.
Susan