Lawrence Hall
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Each Altar is Minas Tirith
Each Altar is Minas Tirith
these days
A city of kings and of the
true King
Behind whose twice-barred
gates and golden doors
The faithful may find refuge
for a time
From here the King,
enthroned, rules over us
At his Table He gives us
seats of honor
And serves Himself to us as
food and truth
Even as dark armies swarm
outside
We are often told that we are
hopeless romantics
Oh, no
For we are hopeful romantics,
and will not yield
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