In His House
Down the road
and take a right.
Through the woods
with moon for light.
Across the brook
and up the hill,
At the top
now standing still.
For this is where
his church I see,
On land he made
for you and me.
Written by,
Sheri Lynne Evans
February 12, 2017
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