[Written for the Sentinel]

The Church

STONE on stone, Prayer on prayer, Build them high. Walls of praise shall rise from those Who have risen from earth's woes, Who have found the Christ, the way, Leading to the perfect day Here, and nigh.

Sheltering roof, Wing on wing, Fold it down. So shall o'er us softly brood Pinions of God's fatherhood, Shielding us from storm and stress With that matchless tenderness All His own.

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