In the height of the lunch time hustle,
Espresso machine hissing,
The pastries evenly placed in the cabinet.
This place feels like home.
With a mom who bakes,
And a dad who cares,
A latte streamed to perfection
This place feels like a hug
This cozy nook craved out of the past,
Allows space for God to be heard,
And for the world to listen.
Welcome back.
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 2:59 PM UTC
In the height of the lunch time hustle,
Espresso machine hissing,
The pastries evenly placed in the cabinet.
This place feels like home.
With a mom who bakes,
And a dad who cares,
A latte streamed to perfection
This place feels like a hug
This cozy nook craved out of the past,
Allows space for God to be heard,
And for the world to listen.
Welcome back.
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