The Worship Service

Souls behold as they are beheld

Together drawn, individuals dwell

Lifted eyes and again lowered

Truth and grace always preferred

 

Here in this room veils fall

The Spirit ushers men to the alter call

Not the kind that men repeat

But true sacrifice of the Shepherd's sheep

 

And in new life stirred at last

Death's residue fades in mass

Opened eyes then initially see

And then love forever true Deity

 

With confidence by the Son

We sing aloud to the only One

So Holy God, focus these souls

And may your glory make us whole.

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