Our Faith Changing Us (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Transformative, if we truly believe acting upon our faith going where we are led doing our master's work Our faith ...
Transformative, if we truly believe acting upon our faith going where we are led doing our master's work Our faith ...
Our bodies still breathing slowing entering into true worship silent prayers to God A moment of silence not a sound ...
Standing as they preach empowered to do your work rising out of our pews his hands and feet to use ...
Calling disciples up out of the pews touching our hearts and minds to go and do the work to lend ...
Out of our pews, our studies out onto the street to share Christ to be Christ, claiming the name follower ...
sitting in the pews nodding to the words of the pastors thankful for the saints all who have gone before ...
One of the messages on the screen we are so fired up for Christ sitting safely, reverently, in the pews ...
A challenge, a call to be something different not longer invisible Christians, only seen in the pews on Sunday, Standing ...
We kneeled, at the rail received the bread, the wine the body, the blood, sharing the communion meal, at God's ...
Smiling faces, the running feet squealing voices, the happy smiles sitting, squirming, in the pews at the feet of the ...
Like more shoots, green, growing rising up in my garden Greater numbers filling the pews, the sanctuary vivid proof of ...
Scared by the storms, the sacrifice stuck in the boat, on the shore perhaps surely not ready, prepared to step ...
The words, our father, forgive us, give us, our daily bread the words of a community a communion, a loving ...
One of the messages on the screen that we are so fired up for Christ sitting safely, reverently, in the ...
We kneeled, at the rail received the bread, the wine the body, the blood, sharing the communion meal, at God's ...
The video's message, a challenge a call to be something different not longer invisible Christians, only seen in the pews ...
Worshipping you, with my hands, with my feet, with my voice against injustice, my words of your love the poems ...
sitting alone, in the back of the sanctuary pines the rafters, blue sky the ceiling more beautiful than the Sistine ...
Looking around, sitting in the pews the words of the final charge, the call of the savior the instructions for ...
To be called to be fishers of men casting nets, casting a single line out into the sea, the rolling ...
A grateful relief is the scripture, to make a joyful noise How wonderful, for me, if not for the others ...
A small church long past its birth stained windows, stained ceilings, dark stain on the pews dark runners on the ...
Bright, young faces sitting on the steps, in the chancel drinking in the words of the pastor hearing of the ...
We are a congregation intent on breathing in, new disciplines, new practices to be sure; but aren't we ready, ready ...
They ran/walked purposely, eagerly from the chancel into the sanctuary, out between the pews, by the rows of smiling adults, ...
There was a silence, before the applause this morning in church, after the fourteen voices, the lone trumpet, and pianoforte ...
They sit, week on week, year on year, solitary matriarchs Hair of silver, grey, white, spun gold Stoic women, widows, ...
Paneled walls, formal distances, raised dais bifurcated space, Hatfields and McCoys, bride and groom Peculiar pews, wide oak masculine pews, ...
The words were different, not just in amplitude with more voices raised in the same solemn reverent ancient prayer No ...
Are they clinging to their crosses, F. E. Smith, Where the Breton boat-fleet tosses, Are they, Smith? Do they, fasting, ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories