Two wee bits for tomorrow as we perch on the edge of Advent.
A Gathering...
Crouched against the promise
the oppressor hesitates
and asks
Who is the one?
Breathless by a table
those who hunger for freedom, endure
and ask
Who is the one?
Ravished by the Word
those who long for incarnation, hear
and ask
Who is the one?
Bent over by burdens
those who cannot look up, straighten
and ask
Who is the one?
Waiting in the Advent
those who cannot see, wonder
and ask
Who is the one?
Caught by the promise
the prophet whispers
and claims
This is the one.
Come, O Come Emmanuel
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A Welcome to the table...
My friends
this is where we belong…
where bread is broken and wine is poured
and the table waits for the people of God
this is where we belong…
where the Realm of Heaven with impatience pushes through
and the promise for the world is again made new
this is where we belong…
where God calls each one to a place that is set
in a banquet now readied where heaven’s saints are met
this is where we belong…
where Jesus is waiting and longing to meet
and shares with us body and blood in this feast
this is where we belong…
where our Saviour’s story is retold once more
and love is revealed as it was before
this is where we belong…
where the power of death is broken in bread
and justice foretold in his wine filled breath
My friends
welcome to the advent of God
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