Day is done but love unfailing,
Dwells ever near;
Shadows fall but hopes prevailing,
Calms every fear...
Ordinary time. Ordinary grind in a typical Sunday. Soon, silence will again descend on the erstwhile noisy choir, nave, sanctuary, hall and office, and the many other congregating spots of this lively, busy parish. Lights will be put off, doors shut and doubly-locked. And the only glimmer left is the never-extinguished flicker of the sanctuary lamp by the tabernacle - its only constant and consistent companion. Another ordinary Sunday spent in praise of the God who abides by his children in the ordinariness of everyday living.
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