Reposting from Summer 2019 — a mix-up with WordPress and postings.
I heard him once, the risen Christ,
and as he did so long ago,
to those who walked beside the sea,
he turned and said, “Come follow me. Come follow me.”
“But who am I?” I whispered back,
and as he did so long ago,
to those who sat upon a hill,
he turned and said, “You are the light. You are the light!”
I froze, unable to respond,
and as he did so long ago,
to one who sat beside a pool, he turned and said,
“Is healing what you want?”
And then,confronted by the One
who knew my name and sensed my aimlessness,
I drew a fitful breath, and then I said,
“Yes, Lord, make me whole, and I will come and follow you.”
I often find myself in another place of worship with the choir’s music. Today, I was in a quiet alcove in St. Stephen’s Basilica on the Pest side of Budapest. In my mind, although the church was crowded — because of the magic of the choir’s music — all the people were merely ghosts. God and I were real…and He stood waiting until I was ready.
Lisa, I had a feeling you would love that anthem, it’s beauty not only in the music and such meaningful text!
Terry O.
“Just in case you have forgotten today: You matter. You are loved. You are worthy. You are magical.” (Anonymous)
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