The temples were built to adore you,
They are houses for the whole people to praise you.
In the temple, we can get close to you,
Staying closer to you to love you.
Your temple must be an honored place,
By your hand, it must be blessed.
It will be a place where your people choose,
A place for everyone to adore you.
In your house, everyone will talk to the Lord,
They talk through praise and the word.
The prayers will be elevated to your throne,
The Lord will hear the clamor of everyone.
Lord, may the prayers elevate themselves to you,
And in all moments, you hear our clamor.
We talk to the Lord in his habitation,
In your heart will arrive our petitions.
Your house is called a praying house,
Where everyone will open their hearts and mouths,
They will talk the most intimate of the soul with the Lord,
Hoping the Lord comes to be our Savior.
This poem is part of the book Christian Poetry Volume IV.
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