Hearing the Muse (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The call, the words coming like a fountain living waters of Your love flowing, raining pouring down on me calling ...
The call, the words coming like a fountain living waters of Your love flowing, raining pouring down on me calling ...
Don't just stand by when your neighbor is in danger act, speak, rise up with the nations share love richly ...
The world ablaze sitting at flashpoint the tinder ready ready to ignite Change, ablaze coming into view freedom, protest in ...
We may wonder when we struggle unable to feel him to sense his presence But we must remember ever to ...
From the dust, the earth living waters, a wet lump of clay spinning on the potter's wheel a shapeless form, ...
The church the community one body walking with the shepherd dying in him into the depths facing our cross, our ...
When the same reality the drip drip drip the slow water torture unresolved, unchanging when the same constitutes a change ...
the potter moving, his hands, body drawing the clay pulling the clay from the inert earth life in the dance ...
From the inert, cold wet clay of our lives something beautiful can rise formed by loving hands the creator, the ...
Molded, shaped, reshaped in the potter's hands, imperfections worked out, pulled from the clay, balance, symmetry, made useful by his ...
Bread from the baker, the sustainer God, ready when needed spoiling when saved This time is a test another test ...
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