A meeting place of faith
beyond our mortal being.
A place where love is cherished,
across every distant land.
A place of hope not anguish,
somewhere you can stand,
and give thanks for everything you have.
A chapel of love and compassion
with no axe or cross to bear.
A chapel of love and hope,
which is what I see standing there.
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