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I will build my church

 

Not with flying buttresses
stained glass or great steeples 
miter hats or silken dress
but with a substance nothing equals

faith here needs no crucifix
lambs sacrificed or altars
artifacts or man-made bricks
or unsteady things that falter

as before my word simple faith bows down
gathered two in my name or three
my grace and angels on earth surround
as I stand in the midst of thee

walls of salvation held in place
not with glue, men’s rules or mortar
but with fruit of the Spirit and my grace
and love, heaven’s song I taught her. -id

 

 
 

 

 

 

                                                                                                                              

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