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:
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.
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.
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