Gathered in the Upper Room (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pausing in the congregation remembering, ever, He knew, he was fully aware that which they/we could not comprehend The sacrifice, ...
Pausing in the congregation remembering, ever, He knew, he was fully aware that which they/we could not comprehend The sacrifice, ...
What do we hold in our hand he asked each loving heart all of us gathered in worship the words ...
"Children", "Sunday School" the responses of the girls in answering the pastor what we have to give to God something ...
Their hands on our lives shaped as by the potter the saints in our lives those who have touched us ...
Their hands are your hands our neighbors the potters when we are out in the world to conform us to ...
A door, let me be Through me let them know you oh God, I pray that the world would see ...
Whatever our gifts our sense of limitations our doubts, our past the staff of God in our hands his words ...
On our knees before our brothers a servant to our neighbors like our master washing the disciples feet touching one ...
The cloud of witnesses those on our journey whom God has used potters to our clay God's will to affect ...
Breathing the words of our faith the liturgy of communion not merely reading the words but praying the Great Thanksgiving ...
Each one may pay a part all of us are called connected together as a family that all may be ...
Reach out to them to the others, strangers, those we do not know sheep in the world maybe away from ...
Into the shadows where we do not frequent places where people are those we do not know Hope in your ...
Imbued by your word faithful to your message all into one family a community living the gospel God's holy word ...
Beyond our walls shouting out their names places we have not gone those we have not touched where we have ...
So many places, so near to us where we are not yet connected where our voices have not been heard ...
The skin of the lake sliced not quite silently the fiberglass keel cutting the waves yet almost still after midnight ...
So clear, the message, as he preached what you believe, so you will act What do you believe about Christ, ...
Maybe the best way to describe the inauguration the scene of that sea of people, our nation's Mall covered with ...
From the snowy hills of New Hampshire oh so snowy this year, not just a dream, this birthday, this holiday, ...
An old political sign like a seedling pushing up out of newly-tilled earth, rose anew, crabgrass really up out of ...
Oh for a bill to steel the heart of the poet, or his neighbor at least A law to protect ...
It was so easy to appreciate; but so hard to explain No, no, scratch that, the other way around Deaf ...
Words cannot describe the wonder of discovery the play and banter preschoolers and kindergarten learning exploring, awakening to sound and ...
With these words, the majority opinion ends How sad, they are, how ignoble an assessment of failure on an awful ...
Saints and Strangers share the space under my skin in my blood, my history Pilgrims and adventurers who stayed in ...
Eight silent canoes Pushed off onto the still waters At 2am on a July night. The full moon and stars ...
Out back, behind the yard in the brush and scrub at the edge a world unfolds for those willing to ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
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