My Weekly Visit
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
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