You seem to sleep, yet slumber not, your task not yet completed
Though ‘veiled’ by altered outward guise, three things remain forever.
Imbued within these very walls, these stones, these sure foundations
Constructed by believers’ hands
Remains God’s proclamation
Faith, hope and love are present here, the breath of God still breathes here
Past generations gathered here, in worship, prayer and praise
With grateful hearts, placed trust in God – sure hope of help as needed
On bended knee, they bowed their heads, at this communion rail
In fervent prayer, before the Lord, they sorrowed, wept and pleaded.
The God who speaks in silence comes, and grace, it still abounds here
He whispers in this sacred place, creation calms the senses
When all is still…. I feel His breath… His beauty ever glorious
I too must trust, and labour on, my task not yet completed
I bow my head and bend the knee, as above who’ve gone before me
Faith, hope and love are present here, the breath of God still breathes here
Imbued within these very walls, these stones, these sure foundations
Constructed by believers’ hands
Remains God’s proclamation