My Beautiful Church - Poem by Marilyn Lott

My church is made of Sandstone
So beautiful outside and in
I take each Sunday seriously
As I address my daily sins

For I feel the warmth of Jesus
Inside every single room
It brightens up my Sunday
Wipes away my sense of gloom

And on Monday night of worship
I deeply bow my head in prayer
As I feel His warmth around me
And I sense His constant care

My beautiful church towers
Nearly to the sky it seems
I love it when it pours down rain
Or in the brilliant sunbeams

The flowers, rocks and greenery
Are all designed by the hand of God
They hug the church I worship
For they grow on precious sod!