A wee all-age communion on Sunday. Here's the blessing, perhaps...
May the bread always break open
with heaven for us,
And the hands that break it be hands that embrace us.
May the table always be a place
of justice for us,
And the hands that set it be hands that welcome us.
May the community always overflow
with love for us,
And the hands that hold it be hands that hold us.
May creation call our name sand celebrate our worth,
And the hands that created it, embrace us within it.
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