In the borning cries of the church (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the borning cries of the church in the holy sacraments breaking of the bread the passing of the cup ...
In the borning cries of the church in the holy sacraments breaking of the bread the passing of the cup ...
We are to be like Jesus submitting to God taking up our cup the bile of sacrifice to take up ...
Even the death of evil taken by his choosing refusing to submit to stand in the dock of justice Saddened ...
The admonition of the master to remember the children not to be pawns weapons of the parties to beat each ...
Told by the master a plea from their children words to remember to set aside their anger in the name ...
Over and over in each script read aloud each time reminding reminding them to focus to think about the others ...
Remembering the children their welfare their peace of mind and their future from the words of the master a prayer ...
Like God waiting sitting in the hallway watching their faces parents hurting their emotions exposed raw Grieving in their rebellion ...
Taking no more than our portion looking to you not ourselves leaving no one behind sharing our gifts blessings we ...
The cuts painful deep, long-lasting short-sighted in their effect targeting the children those without a voice We will pay for ...
Something yet unseen but the prophesies will come the warnings that were spoken the shadows of these cuts The costs ...
Removing their voice in the halls of justice the children, their parents those who care for them Removing their voice ...
The children, the aged, the infirm among us destined to oblivion marginalized in the budget services removed aides eliminated advocated ...
Those who count on us the children, the aged, the disabled unable to speak for themselves those not sitting at ...
Outside my closed window the cold winds howling a palpable reminding of the changes now So much of this emotion ...
The banquet of his sacrifice his body and his blood the breaking of the holy bread the altar of the ...
A hush in the temple the sanctuary silent a pause in our reading in the story of our healing Gentiles ...
We are the children the followers of Christ born to this journey this journey of faith Called to be Magi ...
Not for the angels those seated in paradise Christ came for us the children of Abraham Wanting to believe yet ...
Something of the eternal standing before us the person in pain those who are in need The hands of Jesus ...
In our waiting, our restlessness troubled by the winds of struggle by our pain in this life Holding onto Christ's ...
With me on this journey of faith, of life walking with me ever, my loving friend, my wife Wanting to ...
Gifts of joy and gladness coming from above washing over us over us with love The Creator coming humbly to ...
The babe in the manger the King that had been promised the Savior who died hanging on a cross The ...
Fear not His advent the coming of the Lord He is coming in glory the whole world to restored We ...
To the feet of Christ into his loving arms feeling his embrace let the children come entering in oh let ...
By our actions by our words our day to day not just in church All of it connected all our ...
Our faith, believing in Christ in the love of God believing in his promises redeeming us from death Freeing us ...
Trusting not in this world but in the unseen God going where we are led Believing in him somehow that ...
Turning to God knowing we are his people those he has saved by the depth of his grace Turning from ...
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