My house of worship is a canvas cathedral, with a steeple of stars.
Commune with me around the warmth of the campfire.
Feel the sand in your toes as Christ felt; hear the whippoorwill call before dawn.
Taste the dew placed upon your skin as warm air releases her clutch.
Watch the breath of your being join nature as the cooler temperatures of evening dominate.
Come, worship with me where God whispers.
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