The echo of the words
Rings loudly in my head
I know the truth
And trust in grace to save
And yet each seventh day I hear
The call again to come
To make the trek
And seek the holy nave
No matter where you’ve been
God says
No matter what you’ve done
Please come
And feel my presence
Let the angst now be undone
My child it’s the day
I made for you to rest
It’s much like every other
But really 
It’s the best
And so I’ll make my way
To the holy place of God
Not defined by any building or locale
I’ll gather with the sinners
Who long to become saints
And see a future promised without fail

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