Where does this Jesus live? Where does he stay?
Are gospel stories right in what they say?
We wish to know where Jesus spends the night.
‘Nowhere to lay his head’ – Could this be right?
Look at me! Check it out! I am grinning like a kid again!
I am one with the world in a flow of wonder!
Land, sea and sky join in my delight
In the beginning, was Logos.
Logos – logic – reason – demonstration – Logos the Word:
But Logos could not be heard.
We know it won’t be easy to turn the world around
We know it will take time to climb to higher ground
Oh, vacant sky! Oh, empty land!
Oh heart of mine, bereft of hope!
Why do I even bother crying? What’s the use
Of even complaining? When there is no one to hear
And no one to see my tears?
World religions foster justice,
Teach of wisdom to pursue;
Why then is there so much malice
In what some believers do?
What is my reality?
Let doubts be cleared
Faith seeks insights whose truth bring freedom
When I struggle with preferences
The great way blurs
Hope unwraps positive insights
If I allow their insights to open
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All creation sings a story
Of great splendours to declare;
When we contemplate its beauty
We are called forth into prayer.
We, enchanted, stand in silence;
God discovered everywhere.
Lord Jesus, whom we call Christ, hear our prayer:
We have finished the book. Were you here, reading over our shoulders? Listening to our comments? What do you think?
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We have said, “Your word is a lamp for our feet, a light for our path.” Sometimes it seems more like a flickering candle.
Eternal fury fires the saints,
who shake and rattle, push and shove,
who challenge every bland excuse,
who seek for justice, work for love.