Enjoy the privilege of beauty,
Majestic swans glide onward,
The river full and running
A steadfast line, in a changing world
Ancient stones stand white
An anvil for the sun,
A place of prayer and praise
A steadfast church in a changing world.
All is still, calm, the sun strikes both points
Ripples, reflects, rejoices.
Itself a symbol of steadfastness.
We need to know that,
The unchanging love of God,
Holds us fast, binds us in the stone
Moves us in the living water, assured of love
In an ever changing world.
We meet break bread, drink wine and know,
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