Dedicated to the new Pinili Meetinghouse
By Bert Bustillo

Peeping through the window,
Looking down the construction below;
People building the fortress of God called Zion,
The source of eternal salvation.

Gladness in my heart bursting inside,
The right place should people reside;
Where saints are learning things that are right,
Souls so precious in his sight.

Oh, God, for all these things to Thee I owe,
To Thine Son, our Shepherd, our Hero;
Sweetest is His name we are not ashamed,
Creator of my country full of fame.

Saints, my fellow brothers and sisters,
We testified and shed our tears;
Our new chapel is another gift from God,
The house of instruction for our religion.

Oh, how about our progression?
We stumble sometimes hoping for consideration;
Because in life's battlefield,
The gospel is our constant shield.

The great Defoe once echoed,
"Whenever God erects a house of prayer,
The devil always builds a chapel there;
And till be found upon examination,
The latter has the largest congregation."