Your Heart's A Temple. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Sunday's bells don't always call,
To pews and stained glass, standing tall.
The screen can glow, a different way,
With hymns and prayers to start the day.

The church comes to your living room,
Dispelling shadows, chasing gloom.
A phone, a tablet, brings the Word,
A message whispered, gently heard.

No need to travel, rush, or fret,
God's presence isn't confined, and yet...
He dwells within, a shining light,
Your heart's a temple, pure and bright.

So open up, and let Him in,
Wherever you are, let faith begin.
He's closer than you realize,
A loving Father, in your eyes.