The Church

 

Alter calls…

A sudden rush of silence,

to surround this mighty place.

Holy and sweet is His presence,

as the sun shines, upon the brow.

Heavy burdens are lifted,

as He measures out his grace.

Inside our fortress, and our stronghold,

We seek the great divine…

For the tempest knows;  he only

has, a little time.

We send our prayers toward Heaven, and

every demon must depart.

Yes, they know… God lives,

inside the believers heart.

O’ great is Gods house!

Inside the bosom of the savior, even

the very air is perfumed.

By this spiritual fare…

All the answers to your questions,

are given to you there.

Transfigured are its guests, which

stop by the house of care.

On Sunday’s;  songs fill the isles

with Shekinah praise.

Among these pastures, every thought

is of Love, and this Hallelujah!  puts a smile on

the creators face…

O’ great is God’s house;

Our eternal place of praise.

We invite you to come,

and try a little taste.

Written By: Delores M. Sparks

copyright 2001