Moving our feet down that small town street
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A hint of autumn in the air
From the white steeple the bells call to the people
Welcoming all who would gather there.
The green grass and the trees, sighing with ease
Escorts the congregation, young and old
To doorway and archway, into the hall
Inside, the wonder begins to unfold.
The choir sings and clear voices ring!
Hallelujah! A joyous noise is put forth!
As we answer the call, whether great or small
Of a life of connection, meaning and worth.
Merry meet and merry part,
Here we merry meet again
Cross the aisle with a smile
To greet a stranger or a friend.
Pouring forth sand from across the land
Some touched by distant tides
Bringing more grace to our sacred space
And our sacred spaces inside.
For there's love in laughter, love in tears
Love in all beneath the skies
Truly the love that we seek here, together
Is the love that never dies.