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:
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.
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