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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