PAD Day 21 was to write about an object. So many of us confuse the church building with the one true church. I didn’t give this poem a title (yet), but I was think of the building that houses the church.
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This building with its multicolored panes
That tell the stories of the saints of old
The highly polished wooden pews that creak
These pews that hold the sheep within the fold
This structure built upon a little hill
Though humble brick, within a message bold
Is spoken there for all who come to hear
The sweetest story that has e’er been told
This house of worship gathers saints who sing
Clear voices lifted up, God is extolled
Melodious and reverent the refrain
Amazing grace abounds in this stronghold
Not In This Soup Alone 
Lovely and I like your title
Thanks! Still playing catch-up – hope to get today’s poem done before midnight!
Amazing grace, wondrous place. “So many of us confuse the church building with the one true church.” Truth! Churches can be held under a tent, on the beach, anywhere, for “For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them” (Matthew 18:20).