There is a church in Harrisonburg,
With the funny name of Muhlenberg,
Who was the man that bore this name?
Why does he hold such lasting fame?
Twas a man of the cloth, who led a flock,
Which met in the center of old Woodstock.
He preached the Word and broke the bread,
And by him hungry souls were fed.
A Godly man who loved the Lord,
And whom his little church adored.
But then his nation went off to war,
And as he knelt upon his floor,
He felt God calling him to lead,
And if required, to even bleed.
Twas called to fight for liberty’s cause,
And wrestle freedom from England’s jaws.
And so right there he did determine
To share the news in Sunday’s sermon.
His text was Ecclesiastes, Chapter Three,
A time for everything to be.
“And now,” he said, “was the time for war!”
He’d sign up soldiers at the back door.
Then he shed his robe in a raging storm,
To reveal his continental uniform.
And on that day he enlisted men
To go and fight this war with him.
They went and fought for freedom’s banner,
In a noble, brave and worthy manner
And in the end they won their prize,
And a brand new nation began to rise!
And when it did, this preacher, Peter
Became an early able leader.
We owe a lot to this brave man,
Who heard God’s call and took his stand.
May we, like him, both preach and pray,
And may he inspire us yet today!
George Bowers, Nov. 2011