Thursday, April 28, 2011

Thursday in Easter Week

As I view the dying flowers
Breathe in the faint smell of holy smoke
My tears mingle with yours
Many with so little have even less
Family treasures now strewn across the miles
And down the road
Others find ways to benefit from tragedy
Waiting on your voice and call so hard in this time
My hands and heart are ready Lord
Use them in this time
To be instruments of your resurrection power

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