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Union Church |
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Within these walls,
still solid as the earth from which they came, can be felt the
love and hope and pain of a thousand now-freed souls. |
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On the wind-swept
mesa; high, touching the clouds, stands the church of my childhood.
Now silent, yet singing with memories. |
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MEMORIES of joyous
singing and pot-luck gatherings; of wedding bells and families all
together. |
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MEMORIES of
hand-clasped greetings and good friends' conversation; of fervent gospel
proclamation. |
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MEMORIES that
recall promises to God and self. |
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MEMORIES of prayers
sent soaring and God's miraculous descent. |
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For this place of
learning and for this place of comfort, I thank you, Lord. |
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----- Carus Kennady |
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