Glimpse
Urbs
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.
