THE CHURCH

The church is the place God's presence lie.

Seated in splendor, his glory on high.

The church is the fountain of believers.

Our woes, the spirit comes to deliver.

I asked myself one day

How essential is this, pray?

The answer came, flying swiftly.

A voice from the heavens, echoing smoothly.

"That mere structure of clay and wood"

"Contains everything your soul deems good".

The church is flesh and blood.

A human being to purge.

The church bleeds spirit and life.

To Christ, a formidable wife.

I asked myself one day.

Of what use is this, pray?

Then I heard the cry of an infant.

A mother holding her breath in mid pant.

That mere structure of muscles and bones.

Is God's gift to the world untold.

The church is a solid rock

A stately castle, a moulded block.

The church is a humble soldier.

A baller dancer, the lion's brother.

I tell myself everyday.

There's a reason to feel gay.

The solution waves each time I open my bible.

Same way it smiles at you from this title.

God's gift are numerous.

The church, 'tis very obvious.

Ajike Chioma Peace 💯