It is not in the pews in a church.
It is not under the words of a preacher.
It is not on bended knee with hands clasped.
It is not in a three thousand year old book.
No.
My sanctuary is where my dreams are.
It is where my dreams meet my ambition.
The fire inside me resides there.
My sanctuary is my heart.
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Wow, wasn’t expecting that. Good poem and awesome blog. Simple and neat!
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Thank you so much for reading
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