A refuge of shelter from
The world’s fury and scorn;
A hospital to care for
God’s soldiers, battle worn.
A home of fervent love
Midst the hatred and cold;
A fountain of joy refreshing
Thirsty ones of the fold.
A door of warm welcome
To those rejected in this life;
A tranquil spot to flee from
All bitterness and strife.
A reservoir of truth
To extol the Light;
A beacon of hope,
Expelling the night.
A house of worship
For the faithful who attend;
A rescue mission,
Helping sinners amend.
A closet of prayer
For seekers of His grace;
A sanctuary of repose,
Communion and solace.
A school to learn of Jesus,
The One who paid for our sin;
A platform to exalt Him
As Lord and Savior of all men!
Loyd C. Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-church-is/
