In the chapel of life, everyone's life is sacred, holy, a
personal living with God.
Each of us exist through prayer, faith, hope in our families
and friendships.
We all go through hardships, sorrow, joy, forgiveness and
love to become the person we are at our death.
We must each do this on our own with a little help, a little
push now and then by those who care about us.
It is this small group of people who will shed tearful
sorrow at our passing.
These same people whom we will have touched personally on our
journey through life, we will have in some small way, affected
how they view others.
This is the sacredness of life, the love we hold for each
other in our hearts.
Our lives are the chapel for this prayerful holiness, given
to us by God.
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