Sunday, February 26, 2017

My Congregation

Bonded

Not by mortal blood, but by worship.

We sit together and honor Thee, Father.

Hallowed

      be thy name.

We Share

our insights, fears, deepest vulnerabilities, and triumphs.

We Seek

answers to our questions, solutions to our problems, healing for our hidden wounds.

We Serve

each other in love, lifting the hands which hang down, teaching and giving to each other our hearts.

We See

one another week after week, watching changes that occur as we together reach upward.

We are family.

Bonded by blood?

yes.

The blood of our Savior.



1 comment:

Becca said...

Oh, Tiffany! The last line is so perfect! And the arc of this poem is also spot-on. Thank you for getting your thoughts down in such a lovely form. I love this so much.