From the lowly park bench
One can view a great steeple.
It rises and adorns,
But can't hold any people.
Around the lowly park bench
There is room for all.
Yet nothing rises or decorates,
Like the tall, slender steeple.
Is your life like a park bench,
Inviting to people?
Or is it only embellishment,
Like the magnificent steeple?
One can view a great steeple.
It rises and adorns,
But can't hold any people.
Around the lowly park bench
There is room for all.
Yet nothing rises or decorates,
Like the tall, slender steeple.
Is your life like a park bench,
Inviting to people?
Or is it only embellishment,
Like the magnificent steeple?
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