Church Boy

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The church clock-bell dings
On light morning sundays
Waking the hamlet, the neighborhood
Solemn, pink and sunny day
A reverenced time, absolute
All roads lead to the Lords House
Pulling strange flowers on the way
As the morning sun wakes from his slumber
The clouds let the airs pull us about
Leading us to the way

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Sitting on the first row
Thru white painted sits
Immaculate, graciously adorned
A hearty welcome from all
Humans hospitality, a time for the Lord
Looking up to The Cross
Praying silently, lips muttering
Closer to Heavens precious gates
And the piano chuming tunes
An adoration, heart warming
When the fans blow lazily
And the blessed choir rendition sing out
Oh, HOLY are You Lord!
Blessed are those who come before Thee
Ye, the spirit of the Lord
Teach us the way to life
And let the living say amen