I like to come and worship here,
where it smells of cleanliness.
Where the smiles are not false,
and they speak of happiness.



Here where the hearts are as warm,
as the hands are to the touch.
Here where all are esteemed,
and loved so very much.



The men sit on one side,
the women on the other.
But they all pray as one;
father, sister, friends, and mother.



They sing hymns a cappella,
but you hear a harp of gold!
And you hear angels singing,
God's praises, new, and old.



Your spirit, joyful,
soars in you.
Your love of God
begins anew.



Geraldine Petrone  
©2007
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