God Is Love

Our God has made for us a shrine
Where we may meet, O child of mine.
You are so near, though seeming far,
For where He is lo, there we are.
For Love has conquered space and time,
And comforts us with truths sublime.
Aye, Love has made for us a shrine
Where we may meet, O child of mine.

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