the places where our lord walked translated into a prayer
The hearth of God speaks inwardly to our hearts and soul when we accept the house of bread is spoken of in our Holy book In the place of the skull balance holding truth from the watchtower of strength you grew Almighty As One Star You remain the brightest lit when you stood at the porch in our church In the place where the olives are pressed the word made flesh became King Corpus Christi Amen
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