The building is
There are echoes all around.
Some of the windows are broken,
And it's so dusty and dirty.
Yet I can hear sounds of laughter,
And busy people working.
I was young in this place,
Very long ago, I think that was me.
So hard to visualize this place,
In my time, as it used to be.
But when the fullness of the time was
come, God sent forth his Son, made
of a woman, made under the law,
To redeem them that were under
the law, that we might receive
the adoption of sons.
And because ye are sons, God hath
sent forth the Spirit of his Son into
your hearts, crying, Abba, Father.