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A certain kind of people,

Meeting under a tall steeple,

Imagine that that’s the church.

Tall walls do not a church make.

New birth is more than a handshake;

Which these find out when in a lurch.

 

The church is made of redeemed hearts,

And though they meet in various parts,

Under clear sky, under a huge tree;

Worship, that’s why we gather,

Even in cold, wet weather.

Church is you and me.         -eab,  10/1/08

 

Written at Westfield,Indiana

 

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