Churches in the cities, Churches in the forest
Churches huge, colossal and the Churches poorest
Churches on the mountains with its own fountains
Churches on the valleys and Church-going rallies
Churches on the moon to be built very soon
Churches on Mars and Churches waiting on the stars
Churches in my art, all the Churches in my heart
All naked feelings and candid prayers in my mart
Churches decorated in lights for His final return
My they all reach God of Christ walking in turn
May they find their home, the ashes in the urn
God my Christan din’t make it far to be turned away
The doubts in their heart, let them be burned away

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