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Church


A church is not built of brick or stone. A structure to worship from within. For all to gather, and only listen to a solitary man. For Gods church, is a family of men. Built about, to gather and congregate where we can. In a field, a home, or open door. To remind us to praise Him openly once again. For a church is built of human beings. For us to praise, talk, and learn by Gods' hand. And as I church with my friends, I remember once again. Of all the lessons I have learned before I began. Of the understanding we got from what God did give. Of the message that was sent, and the answers God gave for us to live. For a church is not built of brick or stone. A bulding, a tabernacle standing still. The church is within all who give to Him. To share with family, acquaintences, and friends. Discussing and worshiping, man to man. This is truly what God did give to man. A foundation of faith from within, to share with all who are willing. All who are willing to begin again. To church side by side, hand in hand. A church built of flesh, blood, and bone. For all of us to congregate and worship Him.
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