God's Church

 

Most people think a church is built
    Of brick and wood and stone
And after Sunday services
    Stands empty and alone.

But God's own church is made of souls
    Who spread both far and wide
The story of His wondrous love
    And Jesus crucified.

A living church -- a family royal;
    With Christ the King to reign.
Which after stone and wood are gone,
    Forever will remain.

                                                                           author unknown

 

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