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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For anyone who’s ever been told to hush, or that no one will believe you, or that your story is too dark to be told.
God knows your pain.
He sees your wounds–and every person who ever inflicted them.
And He will bring justice.
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it’s loud out
there, everyone with a sign,
a banner, a stage.
all the world is one, after all.
lost somewhere is
with an embrace for a droopy shoulder
a seat next to him on the bus
a bottle to count every tear
and somehow, armed with only those
He still changes the world.
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