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Jun 2020
In God's House,
we assemble
and feel so
worshipful,
yet, look askance
and whisper,
feeling as if
we're more
qualified
to sit in
a pew
than those
we deem inferior,
we gossip, bicker,
in God's House,
how can we
be compassionate,
if we're not even humble,
in God's House.
Written by
Regina
138
   Holly D
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