And these remain
When faith can make mountains fall into the sea, When it raises me up, What it is it, when it loves not the lowly? For nothing is anything without love. You may have the gifts of the Spirit, Says the good book, But in God's house; deserves little merit. For all things will come and pass Nothing lasts. But these three remain Faith, Hope and Love. How immensely practical; the good book For those who are good have the Word of God in their hearts Knowingly or not. Churches, churches, sermons and stuff - They cannot save you. God calls not for religiosity But for the writing of the Word on the serated edges of your heart. This is all that is needed on your part This is your start. And as for the rest of the missing pieces - This is what's left to Jesus. For the Church is the Body of Christ -And the Church is the people. No neon door, no buildings and stuff; Just love.
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