They stand before the sacred frame, A city within, its form divinely traced, Each spire and dome a testament to care, A space where holiness meets the chosen. Where power isn’t a sensation, but a silent design. How marvelous this grace, a path unearned! Favor shapes its courts, a mercy undeserved, Order flows from an eternal mind, A sanctuary where the elect draw near. For here is a design that never shifts, A beauty that calls the redeemed to dwell.