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Amid the hustle and bustle of secular city life

Lies the city’s precious gem

St Mary’s

A place for a man’s soul to rest

 

Kneeling in front of Him

Our lord and saviour

Listening to the chiming bells ring out above

Gazing upon the Heavenly windows

A man finds strength to his soul

 

From the early settlers

To the modern business man

Men come

Weary

Depressed

And lonely

And leave with the strength to fight another day

The strength flows from Him

Humbled in the flesh of the life-giving host..

And clothed in the beauty of St Mary’s

Clothed in the Beauty of St Mary's


By Peter S.

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