Sunday, September 12, 2010

The Real Church

A people meets

and stands side by side

a family

lifting up broken hearts

in praise.

Songs and voices and hands are lifted

and tears flow down

as grace washes

clean.


There is no judgment in this family.

We know each other

well enough

to know we are not alone in our brokeness.

And that itself is a healing.

When broken but made whole

reach out to the still open wounded

there is no doubt God is Alive.

He moves within.

He moves without.

His forgiveness

enables ours.

And we are free.

Free from the ugly

that could have been.

Free to stay family.


A people meets

and stands side by side,

a family,

lifting up broken hearts

in praise.

Songs and voices and hands are lifted

and tears flow down

as wave after wave

song after song

line after line

hug after hug

of grace

washes clean.


Dedicated to my church. Where people are real. Where God is Real. And where God is real to His people.


And sharing after the fact (forgive this once?) with Tuesday's Unwrapped. 
Unwrapping a moment in church where her tears brought mine. Because I remember.  But I forgive too.

2 comments:

Lisa~ said...

I keep coming back to this one, K. It's like balm for my heart...knowing there is that safe, loving place to go and be filled and love and be loved each week. Thank you.

ktinajoy said...

You are welcome. My prayers and love embrace you friend. And underneath are the everlasting arms. (Always loved that line from Scripture {Duet. 33:27} often quoted by Elisabeth Elliot.) His arms are there. His is there. Holding us up.