not much room for grace all packed
up against fear
and the world
that we’re parched
dry and parched
set a while
not to be served
and find smooth cool sweetness
filed away with the old
we know by heart
and hear the sound
“For the beauty of the earth,
For the beauty of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies,
Lord of all, to thee we raise
This our grateful hymn of praise.”
~Folliot Pierpoint *****
Happy and blessed Thanksgiving, everyone!
*Dedicated to the students and staff of Herron High School.
The words of the old hymn caught my ear as I fiddled with the church bulletin and struggled to settle in to the Sunday service, mentally, physically and spiritually. Some Sunday mornings are like that, after all. The cross hangs …
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He sees your wounds–and every person who ever inflicted them.
And He will bring justice.
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