A silent place,
For my heart solace,
A perfect venue,
For I and you.
He calls my name,
My heart soften,
The yoke so heavily
becomes enlightened,
In pews my knees bent.
So eerie of a sweet silence,
Carried your feet to face 'HIM',
Indescribable thrust consoles me,
A fact of salvation in ' Him'
Nothing is special once you see,
The church bells ring,
For my greatest refuge- God
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