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About This Poem
Place of Worship
The building is old, flowing before me
Shielding against the world’s insanity
The walls are plaster, the roof is metal
This place shows if there’s a heaven or hell
Top of the steeple is a wondrous bell
Sometimes ringing and breaking through my shell
The color of the church is an off white
Playing heavenly songs throughout the night
Inside the warmth is outstanding and calm
Holding a candle you can feel the balm
You may sit on the pews when you desire
You’ll feel the heat, worship like you’re on fire
Beauty of the church is from the outside
Inside you’re lit up, within you have lied
Entrant into craig cornish's "Beautiful Lies" contest
12/10/2012
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