Amazing grace,
the sweet sound
of voices raised
lifted this broken
vulnerable crowd,
and crept into the injured
corners of our hearts
and soothed our souls
as a cleansing flood,
this group of truly wretched
wretches knew how to
sing the real raw words
with wonder and awe,
and God was with us,
a mystery beyond our comprehension
yet closer than our
breathing,
and God IS with us
for we left the table
filled with heavenly
joy
we had remembered,
and we were re-membered,
amazing love,
amazing grace...
Broken: Image mine
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How do you describe the indescribable, that is what I was trying to do with the poem above, trying to capture of something of the amazing experience of standing in a circle of those who know something of the heights and deths of what grace is.
We gathered together this evening as one, the folk who come to the Comfort Zone for food and friendship, and those of us who cherish the honour of being called friends. The Comfort Zone met as usual to provide food and clothes to those in need, and as usual we who give receive more than we give, but when we gather at the table all differentiations are gone, we are one in Christ and the singing and prayers revealed that powerfully.
As we shared the bread and wine the desire to serve one another broke through any so called order and with the wine and bread blessed and the appropriate prayers said the sharing began. Once again we sand Amazing grace, our chains were gone, our hearts set free as heaven touched earth afresh, we left one another with hugs and prayer and and assurance that God truly is with us.
