Church Service - Poem by Josephine Collett
This is where you will come to meet with Me.
I am everywhere, but if you come
I will be waiting to meet you here.
You see only the surface of the people surrounding you.
They may have clear, smiling faces, but I know
what is lying buried in their hearts
Listen for My voice in the midst of all the words,
Concentrate on Me. I will hear your tiniest whispered prayer
I know the love in your heart when you sing to Me.
I don't care what you look like, or what you're wearing
or what kind of car you drive.
I have all the time in the world to care for you in the stillness.
Don't concern yourself with who knows who and who is busy talking to who.
I am here for you and have brought you here for My purposes.
They may smile and shake your hand for a moment
But I want to take your hands and hold you to Me for a lifetime.
Don't go away with the pain still inside you
I want to meet with you,
and minister to you and
heal your wounded heart.
Don't go away until I
go away with You.
See the sign outside? They made
a mess of it with that complicated name,
when all it really needs to say is
God's church, welcome.
My church, you and me,
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