The sacred edifice of grace - our hearts' abode,
A bastion standing firm against the tempest's roar;
Wherein the Holy Spirit makes its sacred truths known -
A sanctum of the faithful, forevermore!
In His Holy Temple, God has chosen to dwell,
The beams of faith are unyielding, strong, and pure.
Within each stone is a story Heaven alone can tell.
Holding aloft the banner of salvation's grandeur.
In sacred whispers, prayers ascend on high -
The walls, a fortress, shield from doubt and fear;
In the silent vigil, the angel's wings fly
where souls in the divine union can draw near.
Each stone, a verse of love that is divine,
The cornerstone, Christ Jesus, firmly laid,
Each pillar is a testament to the Vine;
Upon His truth, forever we are made.
In awe, we stand before the grandeur of vast -
The sun's first light through stained glass displays;
A reflection of the Kingdom that will always last,
A symphony of colors and our faith.
The arches rise to touch the midnight sky -
A sacred space where earth and heaven blend;
Where the cherubs hover every night,
Where God and man are in union, they will spend.
The scent of incense, Heaven's perfume,
It speaks of offerings, always pure and bright,
While filling every chamber and every single room,
Rising to God in sacred and endless flight.
When fiery trials come our way,
God stands, unshaken by the tempest's might,
When storms of doubt begin to swing and sway,
A beacon guides us through the darkest night.
In God's Spirit, we find our home and our rest;
May we, like Him, be made steadfast and pure-
A bastion to the Father's best and
Followers of Christ, forevermore to endure.