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 ...
Not just into one tradition one brand of Christianity we are baptized into faith as was our risen Savior In ...
Will our model be the disciples cowering in the boat sitting when Christ called them to come, to walk on ...
Spring quickly growing alive in the water the weeks of rain infusing all the land with color the softness of ...
The wet apple blossoms blanketing the street the grass covered white by their feet Talcum powder petals like paper between ...
The stones of service gifts of God's love thrown into the waters as seeds on the wind forming concentric circles ...
Why are we afraid, while do we struggle so we need to believe standing on that rock going forth with ...
The living water poured upon us a letter sealed, as with wax the mark of the cross baptism, water, Spirit, ...
In his tiredness seeking a drink sitting at the well when she came to him seeking to fill her jars ...
The requited anger the focus of our rage bin Laden gone, buried in the water in a watery grave A ...
The gifts we offer mean coins of small value like stones in a pool of water sending ripples to the ...
Christ's plea facedown in the garden, Gethsemane that the cup might be taken; but submitting to God How like the ...
Timid followers fearing for our lives risking so much by failing to trust our lives in our hands like water, ...
Hard for them to fathom the transformation in him after the landing of the dove rising from the water The ...
The sand of our sin held within our clay giving way to Your Word when it is poured in washing ...
In our journey of faith away from the world changed from our old selves transformed by Your Word Washed by ...
Years of rebellion the corrosive sand of my sin filling me completely not letting You in Slowly but surely adding ...
Our living journey washed by living waters Your Word alive, washing over us The sand of our sin as a ...
From our clay from our bodies the baskets of our spirits washed with living water Slowly, with a purpose immersed ...
The water of Your Word washing the basket of our clay the sand of our sin inexorably giving way The ...
Christ stopped kneeled down before them his robe cast off and a towel round his waist Humbly, as a servant ...
Gather love to us drink in the water eat of his sacrifice drenched in the waters Gather love, in service ...
A reminder of mortality in the falling blossoms captured on images the spirit of their nation The ancient screens images ...
In my mind's eye remembering some that I had seen the words on the radio speaking to me In lines ...
Our lives, our actions how we walk each day informed by your Spirit our help along the way Streams, by ...
Like fish in the ocean unaware of the water maybe this is our situation to see your love in the ...
Our lives, our journey from the manger to the water to his teachings, his healing his announcing his mission Standing ...
With us, yoked to us walking within us his spirit leading leading us to dance To walk on the water ...
Seeds of love with the seeds of revolution the winds of change blowing across so many nations We should be ...
So rich the stew the memory coming back to me the paddle blade cut into the water pulling up lily ...
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