Let us go into the house of the Lord. A phase both bitter and sweet tell the tales of my church past and present. From moments of heavenly praise on borrowed time to the whispers of my sin growing in the walls. But I stand at the gate resting on the promises in your city of peace. Lord, please carry me through the door and across the threshold like Your bride. For I can not stay away any longer. Let me go into the house of the Lord. May I be the change I long to see in your house. May the peace I crave be set in motion with sound of my steps forward. May this city of your hurting children see your life within the bricks and plaster. I feel the rich history relived as each members shares past fellowship. I feel joy watching the games children play between the pews. I hear a sweet melody as mature laughter tangles with the giggles of youth. Life knitted with peace as we worship in your house . I rejoiced when they said to me, Let us go into the house of the Lord!
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