A humble Church...

• Written by Jeremy Street

A humble Church, not even a steeple

Open the doors and see all the people

The type of folk you can see most places

Thankful smiles and tear-tracked faces

A saving grace in every heart...

But a nagging sense of lives apart

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HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL, EVERY MORNING

• Written by Chris Beiers

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YOU PERSERVERE AS A SAINT (for Andrea Beiers Tuinstra)

What do you think you’ll find there—

in hollows—the fragrant hills of skepticism?

Will you find their lies hidden in them?

Will you find a retreat from lies?

Madwoman/Madman?

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Love, as a Sense

Enter openly the swift passage of a lifetime

If you respect your instructor’s guidance

and are told to rhyme

You will apply yourself to that design.

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