St Peter’s see, Cathedral fair,
Has stood there bold, a place of care.
It’s towers two, upright declare
The lasting power of humble prayer.
It’s grandeur speaks of praise and awe
Beneath its vaulted arches tall.
The peal of bell, the choral voice
Across the years have here rejoiced.
The daily prayer, the spoken word
Has in its hallowed nave there stirred,
And still it draws from far and near
Each tourist, pilgrim, worshipper.
Though grand this ancient house of prayer
You call me Lord, to so declare,
That in my body there you ‘bide
Your Holy Spirit there to guide.
You call to mind, and in me form
A temple made of flesh and bone.
There in my heart and soul to raise
The glory of your name to praise.
Your daily life is your temple and your religion. When you enter into it take with you your all.
Khalil Gibran
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