Hem Touching Moments

Snow flake

Not fake

A unique

Physique

The creator

A mentor

Whose mind

Is not blind

How much more

With out a bore

Will people

Point to the steeple

As we seek unity

In community

Like gold

In a mold

After the refinement

And lament

Purifies

Pulling away lies

That make fellowship

Stumble and trip

A peace

That leaves

The mind

Just fine

At the temple

We fall

In awe

Of the law

That’s perfect

And select

As the lords will

Instills

We bend

And blend

Flowing

 As a covering

Thinly spread

without lead

Display

Without delay

The view

Without a pew

The LORD’s power

In the flower

Cheribim 

Not on a whim

And palm trees

As we bend our knees

Show the world

We don’t just twirl

The gold

Will be told

It’s shape

Not fake

A message

Secret passage

To make the seas

Bend their knees

A revival

Without rival

Fulfill the commission

As our mission