Poetry

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Of brick an iron, girder and glass
of concrete and steel you were born
concieved in goodness and contrived
for the love of The Father, Almighty

You, this majestic symbol of peace
standing firm, stark and embolden
upon sacred ground you ascend,
a spire rising toward The Heavens

Not unlike the lighthouse beacon
does your light guide lost souls
safely into your sanctuary
sheltered and secure
within your consecrated walls
that those who pass through your threshold
may rise in worship
to praise and glorify the Name of God

From you, our asylum
From you, our repair
For you my Oasis, in a desert of despair

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