Church
Peace is seeing the cross before me
The 3-D Cross why it comforts me.
Peace is hearing the music of renewal
a feeling so rejuvenating, so true.
Peace is the smell of the beautiful flowers
the colors so bright and with a healing aroma.
Peace is the taset of the blood and body.
The feast I constantly beg for.
The begging for the forgiveness
of my Heavenly Father.
Peace is the touching of his hands upon my hhead
no matter what
I walk through the doors
His hands lay upon my head
He sees me and says
"YOU ARE MY CHILD"
Amen
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