Painting the House of Prayer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
By his blood the outpouring of love his body broken for us Painting a house of prayer on the lintels ...
By his blood the outpouring of love his body broken for us Painting a house of prayer on the lintels ...
The lintels of the cross the doorframe of eternity God not passing over the people this time The Son a ...
Kindling the fire all of us together shining in this night our light, our gifts, our fire joining with the ...
Pausing in the congregation remembering, ever, He knew, he was fully aware that which they/we could not comprehend The sacrifice, ...
His way, the path he chose his blood on the lintels passing through bloodied but unbowed walking, humble to the ...
In secret, and in darkness the storm cloud more than gathering Christ before the Sanhedrin scheming to put him to ...
Like the twelve around the table the Seder meal, the Passover the lamb of God, changing the words making a ...
Something different radically new in the words of the Seder spoken by the Christ The bread and the wine no ...
Unlike all that had come before generation after generation the telling of the exodus the saving of the Lord the ...
The blood of the lamb on the lintels, the doorposts the gates of our hearts washing us clean Remembering the ...
Not with the blood of animal sacrifice not written on the lintels, on the doorposts on the frames of the ...
The blood of the lamb spirit, life, eternal life spread on the lintels of our hearts marking us, a chosen ...
Would Jesus torture, would he allow his disciples to torture would people acting as his friends, as children of God, ...
The prescience, the foreknowledge allowing evil to profit so were the words of the Messiah before the meal in the ...
These days, these times, more focused, more centered, fasting, praying, thinking about You about the path you walked, in that ...
Genocide, infanticide a people, cut down losing innocence, innocent lives because of the fear of the king the ruler's fears ...
Blood shed in fulfillment, willingly spilled for us spread blood of the lamb Blood on the lintels, the threshold, the ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow, How can thine heart be full of the spring? A thousand summers are over ...
CHILD of the Aztec gods, how long must we listen here, how long before we go? The dust is deep ...
HAVE YOU found me, at last, O my Dream? Seven eons ago You died and I buried you deep under ...
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