Sunset steeple
Falling fire glows the heavens high
orange clouds stretch the peaceful sky,
silhouette spire's holding crosses vie
for promises and a message why,
bruised knees pews and a whispered sigh
contemplating orders to live and die by,
this holy venue for which we strive
granting us residence to forever reside.
orange clouds stretch the peaceful sky,
silhouette spire's holding crosses vie
for promises and a message why,
bruised knees pews and a whispered sigh
contemplating orders to live and die by,
this holy venue for which we strive
granting us residence to forever reside.
This Poems Story
Hopefully if we listen and live to God\'s instructions, we will have a place in heaven.
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