not servants, no longer slaves
our prayer, before the sermon
changing the words,
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A wide open world, the ether,
the web, the connectedness
the world so small,
...
He reminded us
of a truth too oft' forgotten
faith can afford, offers
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Expectantly, asking where she was
She was eight, at that point, in that year
my long-dead ancestor
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He, the Christ, Jesus, the very same,
ascended into Heaven
Glorious Day!
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The howling winds, buffeting the boat,
our lives, at their mercy, the winds of doubt,
of strife, of fear, our masters
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Rich vibrant, living color
Dying on the branch
In glory as I drive by
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She was running this morning
early Sunday morning
while we drove by on the way to church
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The sky was so clear and blue today
it took my attention away
from the walk to the bank
where I needed to go
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Not nearly the whole
but the head of the snake
cut off, dead
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