a stumbling block

By celticman

Mon, 28 Nov 2016
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All is grace

All is despair

When you are not there

When you are there

For god’s sake

For our sake

Where is he?

Where he is

I hear a voice

I hold a voice

We lament the last day

We lament the lost day

All belong to him

He belongs to us

Without love or mercy

Without mercy or love

All is ashes

All is ashes. 

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I like the parallel lost/last.

If we can't 'feel' him, we can hold on to the historical facts of the resurrection and the call to anyone/everyone to 'come', with empty hands, but a reverent heart.

(and if we can't do that, we can always pray, 'If you're there make yourself real to me somehow'. As long as we mean it!) Rhiannon

 

Submitted by celticman on

thanks Rhiannonow.