This Is Our Church

Like a medieval fugitive from wrong,Who fled before his wicked enemyAnd found the church a sanctuary strong,Wherein to claim impregnability,So in this structure pure of Truth and LoveWe find our refuge from pursuing foes,A sanctuary safe, and high aboveThe fear and doubt and pain that would imposeTheir tyrant rule upon us. Here our thoughtIs elevated, roused to apprehendAnd demonstrate true being, free and fraughtWith power to heal and save and make amend.This is our Church: a stronghold, shield, and tower,Our rock against the storm in every hour.

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Eucharist
July 10, 1943
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