Oh for the days of old Brush Arbor
 All day preaching, and dinner on the ground,
When Saints and sinners came from miles around,
 Rejoicing, as the Spirit of God came down.

When farmers left their plows in the field,
 And wives left their chores undone,
They came from sunup to setting sun,
 Power came down and souls were won.

Men wept openly and unashamed
 While a stump became an altar, or pew,
And praying families stayed together
 Like those who love the Lord still do.

Saints and sinners sitting side by side
 Sharing their burdens, and troubles not a few,
They came seeking the comfort of Salvation
 And sharing a faith that had long been tried and true.

Songs of faith filled the countryside
 And rejoicing lasted more than a while,
Unburdened hearts departed back to the plow
 And wives rode away with a smile.

On the ride home as another day ends
 Plans were made for the next Brush Arbor Day
Back when religion was much simpler,
 And people just strived to live that way.
 

                                             Carl L. Hempen, 1994