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I want my Church to be a place Where men can meet God face to face, And meditate upon His Grace That I can think each time we meet A presence comes and takes its seat. I want here doors to stand so wide No hungry soul who waits outside, Will think that he had been denied. I want my Church to be much more Than stone and timber, pews and door, Or carpet laid upon the floor. But, oh, I know that it can be Not more than what is found in me. |
