When I consider cities in my mind,
the skyline of this city seems so small
and has so few skyscrapers standing tall,
but should on thoroughfares below I find
likeminded friends and travelers the kind
to pray for our communities and call
upon the Lord for individual and all,
then heavenly will be our sky so lined.
I want when I walk through our city square
our tallest tower to proclaim His love,
the lowest house to be a house of prayer,
that when all eyes look over and above
our skyline, there will be His promise there
descending from the heavens like a dove.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org
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