Crossroads
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If you are at a crossroad, try the church with that name.
Sinners and saints are all glad that they came.
You can feel God’s presence in this southern place,
And friends come each week to bask in His grace.
With voices like angels, each week the choir sings,
To prepare for the sermon the preacher will bring.
Sharing the good word, he keeps you on the edge of your seat.
Hearing the gospel has never been such a treat!
Copyright © Brenda Mcgrath | Year Posted 2016
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