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 Thank you, Lord, for bringing me to a place
where I can freely come to worship You, without feeling shame,
When my pockets are empty, when my spirits are low,
when I feel that I have failed yet another day.
I have a place where I can come to worship
and be fed Your true Word, without judgment or rejection.
Thank you, Lord, for Woodland Hills Church.
I thank you, Lord, for the honest, open forum that this church stands on.
That its not just another place where I must wear my mask of fear,
my mask of shame, and hide in my hurt.
No! It's a place where its okay to come just as I am --
even when my pockets are empty, when I cannot tithe,
when I need more than I can give.
We all find ourselves walking through valleys, at times,
And, if we're lucky, reaching some peaks.
And we all need a body where it's okay to unmask ourselves,
be ourselves, and worship without fear.
Thank you Lord for bringing me to a place
where I can freely come to worship You, without feeling shame,
When my pockets are empty, when my spirits are low,
when I feel that I have failed yet another day.
Thank you.
poem by Sheri Rosencratz
e-mail her about it at sherirosencrantz@msn.com |
