Lyrics by James Dillett Freeman
Music by Cathy DeWitt
The church that I love best is small.
It is no grand pretentious hall
Set 'round with works of holy art.
It is the chamber of my heart.
Where else but in this sacred place
Might I catch glimpses of Truth’s face
And even catch, however dim
The chance of being one with Him?
I have no church until I find
Holiness in my own mind.
Once found whereever I may be
Becomes the house of God for me.
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