Church Bells of the Clock

Sunday sits unmoved. The theater pipes on fire. Restorative proved - join the next door choir in heart, soul, mind and strength of eye, O God! Paired with our pastor. He wears grief well and joyous, heav’n’s alabaster. Suff’ring does not destroy us. Precious silver and gold stored up, O God! His Spirit stirs us, absent of steepled building. Our faith’s profession, together as church gilding, one mediator between man and God. So close and so far. Only a quick winded walk. Peace and calm, on par, are the church bells of the clock. Cruise left us scarred. Christ’s balm in hand. Glory! All is well. The lift, week away, our friendships keep - with God there’s no rift. Insufferable pride, let sleep - All Knowing grants healing we need. Glory! 9/25/2022