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.

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Hopefully if we listen and live to God\'s instructions, we will have a place in heaven.