Warm My Soul

Winter's cold embraces us.

I long for summer's warmth.

Snow buries our capitol.

The halls of power echo with silence.

My heart is chilled by discord.

I long for us to be indivisible.
I will turn my face toward you, Lord,
And feel your warmth in my soul.
I pray that others may know your tenderness,
Your lovingkindness.
When the north wind howls,
The words of the psalmist come to me:
"He spreads the snow like wool
and scatters the frost like ashes.
He hurls down his hail like pebbles,
Who can withstand his icy blast?
He sends his word and melts them;
He stirs up his breezes, and the waters flow."
Let your Word reach our souls
And melt our frozen hearts

So that we be one nation

No matter what we name you.

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Photo by Mike Licht, NotionsCapital.com 

The Lord's Supper

And as they were eating, Jesus took bread and blessed it, and broke it, and gave it to the disciples, and said, Take, eat; this is my body. And he took the cup, and gave thanks, and gave it to them, saying, Drink ye all of it; For this is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many for the remission of sins.

Jesus and his disciples ate their Passover meal
In an upper room.
There Jesus instituted the Communion
We practice today.
This Easter Sunday many will partake of
The Lord's Supper.
When believers gather for this rite
So, too, does the Spirit.
Bread and wine,
Flesh and blood.
Remember the sacrifice.
Remember the man.
Remember the Word made flesh.
Remember God.

Photo by hoyasmeg