Where are the crowds, The people waving branches and palms? Church buildings sit in silence, No procession or singing of hosanna, And yet, listen…. Voices in homes lifting praise, Folding palm crosses in living rooms, Waving and jumping and shouting, Hosanna to the King! And
The poems are written by many people, some famous, some members of the Church Family. The words can help us to think about how we can live out our lives as friends and followers of Jesus – “Disciples” is the word the Bible uses for that.
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Three times I’d seen him since that wonderful and confusing day Three times I’d tried to avoid his gaze to look away from him as I did that night Three times I saw him looking at me with wondering eyes Three times my heart burned
The Morning of Eternity by Susan Lenzkes Recorded by members of the Church Family at All Saints for the Lockdown Easter of 2020.
I don’t feel ready for Easter Sunday, Lord. I’m still in a Good Friday mood. Thinking about despair, Abandonment, Loss, Carrying a cross, Suffering and pain. Thinking about the disciples, Bewilderment, incomprehension, Fear. I don’t feel ready for Easter Sunday, Lord. I don’t want to
3pm Good Friday 2020 Where should I be? Where am I? Sat in the garden. With my feet up. With fresh Hot Cross Buns cooling in the kitchen. Relaxing in the sunshine With headphones on And Facebook open on my phone Listening while someone else
I stood on the walls of the city that day, I couldn’t bear to be any closer. When they took him I ran, I hid the whole night, frightened even of my shadow hardly daring to breathe, let alone sleep. I heard the crowd long
This is my body, the living bread, Take it and eat it, the saviour said. Each time you eat it, remember Me, I gave my body to set you free. This is my blood, the fruit of the vine, My blood was shed to make
Thus poem is based on the event recorded in Matthew chapter 17, often called The Transfiguration. I don’t want to go Lord. The mountaintop is where I want to be With you in your Glory With Moses and Elijah I don’t want to go Lord.
Yes, the storm rages around you As it raged around the twelve on the sea of Galilee. But today I am not asleep. I am walking with you Along the path I have called you to walk. The narrow way The path of holiness The
Wherever you go, I’ll go with you. Wherever you walk, I’ll be there Wherever the road takes you, I will lead you Wherever you wander, I will bring you home Whenever you stumble, I will support you Whenever you fall, I will raise you up