In sacred halls where hearts entwine,
A church, a beacon, built divine.
Do we, as kin, each other raise,
Or wander lost in selfish days?
With open doors and souls laid bare,
Can we truly mend what’s worn by care?

Through whispered prayers and songs that soar,
We seek the light we all adore.
Each hand extended, each tear dried,
Becomes the bridge where hope resides.
Yet do our actions match our creed,
Or falter in the face of need?

When shadows fall, and doubts take hold,
When hearts grow weary, spirits cold,
A gentle word, a steadfast friend,
Can spark the flame that helps us mend.
With hands clasped tight, we bear the load,
Each step a vow on faith’s great road.

The stranger welcomed, table spread,
A seat for all, no soul unfed.
In hospitality’s warm embrace,
We find the beauty of God’s grace.
But do we open wide our door,
Or guard our hearts, and offer more?

When one among us stumbles low,
Do we reach down, or turn and go?
A woven cord, our strength combined,
Lifts up the lost, the left behind.
In truth, in song, in humble care,
We rise as one, our burdens shared.

The broken find a place to heal,
The silenced find their voice to feel.
The lonely name this house their home,
No heart condemned to walk alone.
Yet still we ask, with searching gaze,
Do we reflect love’s boundless ways?

Through every trial, every storm,
This church, our refuge, keeps us warm.
Each act of kindness, small or grand,
Builds up the weak to firmly stand.
With care that binds, through love we strive,
To keep this sacred flame alive.

In fellowship, we’re called to be
A light for all eternity.
With open hearts, we seek to prove
The strength of grace, the truth of love.
But as we gather, hand in hand,
Church, do we really build each other up?