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Show OTHER THAN A CHURCH All churches everywhere are harbors-wide, Secure-a mooring for the tempest-torn, The giving sand accepting rampant tide, A haven-home for all to be reborn, Some t a l l cathedral steeples touch the skies, Dark walls ornately f i l l e d with patron saints. Some others hug the holy ground-the wise And ancient sermons preached without restraints. I also know, besides cathedral peace, A place exists apart from pageantry, Divided from The Word and sin-release- My scared world which is a church for me, This godly sphere, i t seems, I always knew: A vault of sky, a blessing sun, and you. |