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| High Church Photo by Bgrace |
Its been a while since my last visit
The smell is pleasant
Clean yet light
Like the dew after a long night
There isn't much sun through the colored panes
Still their message pierces through to my veins
A few candles flicker, waiting at the side
For answers the grey fog seems to hide
But the air isn't chilled today
And the quiet rests my spirit
There are promises in the bouquets
And I am stilled in a transcendent way
My heart calls out from this hard wooden pew
My Lord, I still choose you.
