Sunday, January 16, 2011

Dearest God,

A day in your house is more glorious than a day anywhere else. What is the church but your home, where saints trod and angel feet leave their print. Our hearts are fitted for praise as we prepare to enter.

Our eyes and ears ready themselves for your wonders. A miracle. A hope renewed. A life restored. Peace in the midst of chaos. We carry our burdens and woes to your house but we also bear the joys of the week, the helps, the answered prayers, and the celebrations. The choir is especially blessed because we are created to sing your praise.

As we take our leave following the worship, we pack away your word, your peace, our faith and joy. Every step is a step of love that circles back to heaven.

Your gracious gifts
await us
every Lord's day.
We gather
each week
to say thanks,
not to ask
for more.
Blessings gently light
upon us
and we
bow before you.
Good God,
thank you.

Love, Andrea