'At The House Of The Lord' - Poem by Greg Oosterhouse
Let us come to the house of the Lord.
Let us come and kneel down before Him.
At the place where great riches are stored,
We will say that we love and adore Him.
We'll partake of His holy food.
We will drink of His living water.
Let this then be wholly understood:
We are all His sons and His daughters.
We will sleep in His loving care.
He fervently watches over us.
Everlasting peace we'll have our share.
His love and grace always covers us.
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