Held from movement t'ward his home,
Faithful praise does reach his throne.
He gave no limits on seats and doors,
He puts no bounds on wants of more.
No certain colour or shape of truss,
Only calls to each of us.
No building type or model found,
Our feet now sure on holy ground.
Though wires air and soundwaves clear,
His spirit worshiped, truth and fear.
By all means shouting, west to east.
We bring this gospel for greatest to least.
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