BRIGHTLY SHINING LIGHTS

The lights were shining brightly, a warm welcoming glow
From the spire of the temple on the cold world below,
Yet everyone hurries passed, hardly any stop to call.
Everywhere is so quiet, very few people around at all.

Open arms are waiting to welcome all the patrons in,
Away from worldly troubles, away from noise and din.
Many quietly, patiently wait for all the folks to come,
Waiting for how long, for their work to be all done?

Maybe if the lights were brighter more would find the way
In through the doors of the temple, and so come and stay,
Then soak up the spirit and be fed by God’s great love,
Feel of all the blessing that flood from heaven above.

Maybe if the spire were higher, reached high into the sky,
More folks would see it, come in instead of driving by.
Enter and share the serenity that is felt in this holy place,
Enter in and bask in it and know of God’s good grace.

Maybe it will make no difference how bright outside may shine
The light has to glow in within the Saints, in your heart and mine,
Then the temple will be crowded, then patrons will be everywhere,
Serving themselves and others and feel God’s presence there.

M Ann Margetson © December 1, 2000

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