Sanctuary…

a word that sings of sacred space,

of shelter found in God’s embrace,

of doors flung wide in welcome grace,

where all may come, belong, be still. 

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Here, prayers have risen like the tide,

and music soared, and hearts replied.

Now once again, this hallowed room

awaits new life, dispels the gloom. 

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An organ’s voice, once strong and clear,

will rise again for all to hear.

Its pipes restored with reverent art—

a gift to stir the soul and heart. 

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Yet sound alone is not the call.

We lift the light and shape the hall.

We tune the space so all may hear,

and move with ease, and draw more near.

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Sanctuary—

not just a place, but purpose deep:

to tend God's house, God's spirit keep.

To build a space of hope and praise

for future songs and present days. 

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Sanctuary—

not just a place, but purpose deep:

to tend God's house, God's spirit keep.

To build a space of hope and praise

for future songs and present days.

 

So let us give—not just to mend—

but plant, prepare, and comprehend

that now’s the hour, this is the day,

to give with love, and lead the way.