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| CHURCH SPIRIT
My church is but a small house of God But sometimes you can hear the angels trod, You can almost feel the flutter of wings, When the invitation, our dear pastor brings. The Holy Spirit completely fills the air As a sinner comes forward, his soul to bare. You can almost hear the angels rejoicing with glee, As another soul is saved for eternity. A christian comes forward with heavy heart, To lay his burdens before God, there to impart. The tears run freely down each face, As they are filled with love, mercy and grace. The soul that's saved cannot be judged by man, God holds it securely in His mighty hand. So don't judge man by what he used to be, He's just as saved as you or me. And when a brother or sister falls by the way, Help him up and with him pray. So let's honor our church, God's holy place And remember we're all sinners just saved by grace. Sarah Hill To God Be The Glory November 2007 Psalms 51: 10 Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me. |
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