When I was a child
I dutifully prayed,
And went to church
Every week.
I learned about God
His son and the Ghost
And the way I needed
To live.
In time I learned more
And questioned the past.
My relationship grew
With God.
Wherever we are
There is never just one
We are His Church
I have learned.
We all stand together,
One voice raised to the sky
Whether inside or out
He is there.
In my heart He resides
And teaches me still.
His community of love
Will live on.
Amen. Beautifully written Pam. Yes, His community of love will live on.
πΎGinger πΎ
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Thank you Ginger.
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This is beautiful, Pam. And so true.
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Thank you Dan.
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Beautiful poem – One voice raised to the sky – and a lovely painting to illustrate. π
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Thank you my friend.
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Always like a guiding parent watching over us π
Great poem Pam, and I most certainly love the painting of His living room π
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Thank you, on both counts.
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So incredibly beautiful and profound!
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Thank you so much!
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