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December 22, 2019-February 27, 2020

 

The Spirit and the bride say, “Come.” And let the one who hears say, “Come.” And let the one who is thirsty come; let the one who wishes take the water of life without cost.

 

Revelation 22:17

 

we have run, run yet, precipitous

our steps flee us far from home

so far from light to desperate dark

though His glory shine all around us

we have not the eyes to see

neither have we the ears to hear

unaware, we are lost, without hope

too far from hope to know, or care

our rebellion built too great a gulf

to bridge from where we weep

forlorn, wandering our blinding dark

though our tears would fill the oceans

our doom, our one reward is death

and we do not even know we die

 

yet from a manger new-filled by Glory

our forsaken Father bids us “Come!”

 


Come!
A poem by Peter Rhebergen

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