Surrounded by a mountainous canvas both scenic and divine,
Hidden with dirty roads, protected by a thorny vine.
Unlimited with potential though masked by so much needed care,
Who will pick up my torch and upon your shoulders my burdens bare.
Foreign are my visitors who come to service my many needs,
Loud is my cry, and unshaken are my pleads.
Firm is my name and the foundation on which I stand,
Your time, effort, and care, I innocently demand.
I desire to be used for a purpose pure in its goals,
A place to enjoy, a source of hope to lost souls.
May those that visit me, leave with more than when they came,
The true reason I exist is to bare Jesus' name.
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