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Saturday, November 21, 2015

Mary, Mary



Jesus entered your house today
Your sister welcomed him in
He came to rest along the way
You offered him a little shy grin

Mary, Mary
Sitting at the feet of the Lord
Mary, Mary
Sitting at the feet of the Lord

Jesus said, Now it's story-time
And you sat right down at his feet
Martha saw it was near dinner-time
And she couldn't get off of her feet

Mary, Mary
Hanging on his every word
Mary, Mary
Hanging on his every word

So Martha said, Now look here Lord
There is so much work to be done
Tell my sister to get off the floor
There will be time later for fun

Mary, Mary
Sitting at the feet of the Lord
Mary, Mary
Sitting at the feet of the Lord

Jesus said, Now don't you fret
Take a load off of your heart
Mary's chosen the best part yet
My words from her will never part

Mary, Mary
Hanging on his every word
Mary, Mary
Hanging on his every word

Mary, Mary
Sitting at the feet of the Lord

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Needing a Samaritan



I saw myself walking life's highway
A dangerous place to walk
Headed for the work of worship
The liturgy of living
For others that share this temple
And I saw a broken man
About to be worshiping in spirit
And I crossed myself and the road
And then oddly
I passed out of my sight

Oh, there, here I came again
I see vultures pecking and
I grasp my pectoral cross
Too late for a last unction
Too soon for a memorial
And I have another body
And blood to handle
And I crossed myself and the road
And then oddly
I passed out of my sight

I opened my eyes the slit I could
From the side of the highway
Where I was prostrating
And saw God's servants
Hurrying to serve God like
The profitable servants they were
And I realized I was the broken one
Who needed a Samaritan
And not my neighbors
I had already fallen among thieves

Saturday, June 13, 2015

Suspension Bridge

A time comes when a man should cross a bridge
Not knowing whether the bridge will hold him-
You know even the strongest bridges sometimes give in-
And it is not the stepping off that gets him where he should go

Long time ago, I learned something crossing a bridge
Over a lovely river with waterfall views I had avoided
Under cables suspending all my rational mind:
I discovered that one's strength need not be one's own.
Simply taking another's offered hand can turn out to be
Everything that you will ever need ever again ever

Do not be afraid to let your fear find a friend's fingers
And in the crossing become instead surprise and awe
Vistas that feel like lost places become backdrops
In a cautionary tale thrown to the wind from a bridge
Suspended between two people who are holding on

Saturday, January 24, 2015

The Saints that were Never Born




For Xenia:

In Heaven with the Father, praying for us down here
Those we've never known alive but who still linger near
We know some day we'll see them in answer to their prayers
Because they've learned to love us from their Father who always cares

And we love them back and wait to see them on that morn
When we meet in Heaven the Saints that were never born

So many were not wanted and as martyrs they died
Some were not allowed to come although they tried and tried
For them the safest space on earth became a place of strife
And so God took them in his arms and gave them His eternal life

And we love them back and wait to see them on that morn
When we meet in Heaven the Saints that were never born

These Saints become our cross to bear as we travel on
As we suffer for them and always feel they're gone
And they too our blessed hope born in Christ like we
Until we're born into the life that we'll share for eternity

And we love them back and wait to see them on that morn
When we meet in Heaven the Saints that were never born