Wherever you go, Ruth sang to Naomi. It is what we sing to each other, given and received through the fount of holiness. Dedicated on the day we promised God and each other, unity. Renewed whenever your hand is within mine. Wherever you go I shall go. My tears and my laughter will be there beside you. My embrace will be about you. Whenever we a distant, along the road, we draw each other close, always waiting around the bend for the one we promised to walk beside.

Thanks jonjovi

Thanks Lynn will do

So sorry Lynn. I popped back onto the site after some time away and saw your note. Hope all is well, and God Bless

Beautiful piece of writing.

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One Song Celebrating 75 of the Church on the Green St Francis of Assisi, Lebanon CT One last song offered in prayer by the former folk group of the parish. One song offered on high, four voices in harmony blended by the years. Intimate voices praising the one truth, called to minister long ago, now called to other fields. We have blessed many despite our flaws. We have touched the heart and soul of those who stopped and listened. We have ministered to those who seek, as to ourselves. One song offered on high, a bittersweet tune, for we have sung its lyric and played its chords one last time. We who are the harmony offered to He who gives us voice. We who are the intimate praise offered to He who stoops low to listens copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr https://scarletrobecreations.blogspot.com/

Beautiful poem, thank you for sharing

Thank you so much... and God Bless

Come Lord, as the infant you were in Bethlehem, as the teacher you were in Galilee. Speak to the veils before my heart, to the dirt on my soul. ~ Come Lord, as the friend at table, in Bethany or the Upper Room. Speak to my hatred and fears that I might understand Your love. ~ Come Lord, risen after long days of darkness. Step out from the tomb of my sin. Speak to me with the voice of my shepherd. ~ Come Lord, into a world that sleeps, a world unprepared, a world unbelieving. ~ Come Lord, to the meek, to the impoverished, to the lonely. ~ Come Lord, into a feeding troth, with filthy rags and straw. Come into my heart, at times as cold and desolate as the manger and claim me as Yours. copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr https://scarletrobecreations.blogspot.com

Nice poem John. I haven't visited the site in a while. Good to see you are still out there sharing your beautiful words.