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“The Dance of Home”*

Deep inside every woman and man,

deep inside every child, every teen;

there is a longing, an empty void,

prompting a search for a place to call home.

 

People try, many things, the void to satisfy,

but God alone, has a home, that meets our hearts desire,

quenches a thirst, a fire inside, longing after love.

 

The Father is calling all people,

the Son has opened the doorway to all,

the Spirit sets a place at the table,

for all who will enter the banquet hall.

 

Our longings are filled when we dance with the Father.

Our longings are filled when we dance with the Son.

Our longings are filled when we dance with the Spirit.

Our longings are filled in the Dance of Home.

 

People try, many things, the void to satisfy,

but God alone, has a home, that meets our hearts desire,

quenches a thirst, a fire inside, longing after love.

 

There is a great celebration,

a party with which no other compares.

There will be singing, and there will be joy,

love will be shared in the Dance of Home.

 

Oh, come! Dance with the Father,

Come! Dance with the Son,

Come! And dance with the Spirit,

Come and dance in the Dance of Home.

©1997 Jonathan C. Bratt

*”The Dance of Home” is a song written a number of years ago.  I recently came across the lyrics on an old computer and thought, that should be part of “Groan ups”.

 
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Posted by on October 1, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Fragile, Broken, Pieces

Fragile.

Sometimes I feel so fragile Father, as if I am one of those pieces of glassware mother never allowed us to play with or get near or touch.  Fragile, so easy to slip, to fall, to break. Fragile from the hand to the floor where I break into a thousand pieces.

Broken.

Sometimes I feel so broken Father, as if the slip and the fall are all that are in my past, all that define me, all that I have to claim as who I am.  Broken. Shattered. Smashed against the hardness of the surfaces that I can no longer bounce from. Far from the hands from which I slipped and fell. Far from the soft and gentle touch that created, shaped, and held. Broken. Pieces.

Pieces.

Sometimes I feel so disjointed, so fragmented, so divided; like so many pieces. Like the stories I heard as a child, of the egg that fell off the wall.  And sometimes it seems Father, that there is no way to even think about getting back on the wall, because there are so many pieces to gather, to repair, to mend with no hands, no glue, no way to put me all back together again.

Fragile, Broken, Pieces.

But then you Father, are the Potter.  Help me trust in your hands. To bring together fragile, broken pieces to hold in Your hands, never to be so fragile and broken and pieced up again.

 
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Posted by on September 19, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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One word prayers

Lord.

Lord!

Lord?

Help!

Ouch!

Please.

What?

Who?

Why?

How?

Really?

Wow!

Thanks!

HALLELUIAH!

AMEN!

 
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Posted by on September 19, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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A short prayer for a friend in need

Lord, have mercy.

Give strength where strength is needed,

peace in the midst of storm,

and rest for all who love well and serve from an open and honest heart.

Amen.

 
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Posted by on September 8, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Song of Grief – (July 21, 1997)

I sit here, I’m crying, I’m missing you.

My heart aches, my soul grieves in losing you.

And I pray that I may know that its okay,

But inside it simply doesn’t feel that way.

For I’m longing to hear your voice, to touch your hand again.

 

Lord God, Why? Is my questioning.

Yet questions, even answers, don’t take the pain.

I can’t imagine living without you,

It is not a thing I even want to do.

For I’m longing to hear your voice, to touch your hand again.

 

Lord, help me trust in you,

May I find my hope in you.

Though I do not understand

Give me faith to walk thorough valleys of unknown.

 

I sit here, I’m crying, I’m missing you.

I know you are somewhere else, there’s no touch for now.

Yet, my memories will never fade away,

and I will keep them with me to my dying day.

And then will hear your voice

and touch your hand again.

 
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Posted by on July 21, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Nothing fancy Lord, just a simple prayer…

Nothing fancy Lord, just a simple prayer:

My dear friend Steve is dying; closer than anyone wants or can believe.

His family suffers to watch him suffer like this at the end.

Bring peace and comfort to his wife, his children, his family and friends,

and lead him safely into your loving arms and eternal presence.

Amen.

 
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Posted by on July 14, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Lament of the Hem Graspers – Matthew 14:36 (NKJV)

They begged Him that they might only touch the hem of His garment. And as many as touched it were made perfectly well.”
- Matthew 14:36 (NKJV)

How long, O Lord? Will You forget me forever?
How long will You hide Your face from me?

Have I not begged?  Have I not stretched out my hand to grab hold of the hem of Your garment?

Yet “perfectly well” I do not know.

Has not the woman who released her daughter to You, begged for her safety as she entrusted a life to your care? Has she not grasped to the hem of your garment as she prayed for her child?

Yet, her child is dead. Lost to her for good, in what feeble humanity can only call an accident.

How long, O Lord? Will You forget us forever?
How long will You hide Your face from us?

Has not the fifty-year old man, with a wife and three young daughters, who tried everything to fight cancer; has he not begged and stretched our his hand to touch the hem and find life?

Yet, wellness is not to be found.

How long, O Lord? Will You forget us forever?
How long will You hide Your face from us?

Has not the one with a failing marriage, the battle trodden addict, the poor starving dead, the weak and oppressed suffering the abuses of power, war, and inequity, have they failed to beg enough, strive enough, hold enough, grasp enough for Your attention, Your touch, and Your word.

How long, O Lord? Will You forget us forever?
How long will You hide Your face from us?

In grasping for the hem, with you leave us hemmed in? In longing for the fringe, will you leave us on the fringe?

Now O Lord, turn you head and see those who reach for the hem of Your garment, Turn and see, give them Your full attention. Speak your words of life and of hope, “Take heart, your faith has made you well.”

How long, O Lord? Will You forget me forever?
How long will You hide Your face from me?

I beg, I strive, with all who grasp to the hem of Your garment.

 

 
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Posted by on June 19, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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