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Every Sunday morning,
	Sunlight softens her corners
Awakening colors of purple and blue
	Red, gold and amber shine through
Glass stained by the artist’s creative brush

Her doors are sturdy and accepting
	As a mother’s loving gaze
Welcoming her children back home
	After they’ve gone away
Somewhere beyond her comprehension

There sit pews who are delighted
	To be worn by affectionate hearts
Who sit quietly with high hopes
	Of hearing God’s most intimate thoughts
His promises that endure forevermore

There at the front is the choir
	Blessed voices singing hymns
That brighten the faces with sentiments
	Of sweet joy, hope and faith
Praises lifted toward heaven’s gates

With great words from the Bible
	His minister brings words of vision
From behind the awaiting alter
	His voice lifts up the scriptures
Appealing to His glorious Holy Spirit

Prayers fill up the building
	Bringing it to life with thrilling jubilation
Requests and praise mixed together
	Reaching beyond the sanctuary
To the heavenly realms where God lives

As the service ends for this week
	The building seems to want to speak
With a light of love and true peace
	It’s secret reaches out through the week
Revealing the truth that we seek

It is insider her, alive with insight
	That God seems to enliven
Each service preached
	Every prayer, each moment of worship
So that we truly love to enter into her

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 9/24/2019 3:29:00 AM
The building and accessories are important up to a point. It is the quality of the congregation that makes the attendance. All must pray with love for God and each other. For when two or three pray together, there I am with you. All in all a lovely Sunday visit and a lovely poem.
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Date: 9/23/2019 4:49:00 AM
- Sounds like a beautiful building this house of God, Regina - I wonder how old it is - today churches are built too modern ... do not look like churches - A beautiful poem ... of a place you find peace and quiet :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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