Sexagesima cannot be seen
The freezing air
Lays heavy damp
Only sounds penetrate.
Hazy street lights
Guide our way
The church hidden
Appearing only yards away.
The sower and the seed
Seem far away
Yet the picture the same
Both church and seed
Lie hidden
Yet by Gods hand
They will spring to life
To bless all who feed on them.
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