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O LORD


O LORD.....

 

O Lord, that was a great service today,

the music inspiring,

the singing heavenly so,

the praise and worship divinely too,

the Pastor’s message touched my soul,

the fellowship afterwards, refreshed.

I know, next Sunday, I’ll be back.

 

“Wait my daughter!

Did you take time?

to greet that old man

in that battered tattered old coat,

with bushy beard,

sitting by himself,

second row from the back.”

 

“Wait my son!

Did you affectionately cuddle?

in welcoming cheer,

that pimply faced,

nose pierced,

tattooed overweight lad,

sitting in front of you,

or simply say, hello.”

 

“Wait my children!

Did you give ME?

MY rightful portion

of the increase;

you earned this week,

given cheerfully from your heart,

not feeling duty bound,

or you felt don’t have to!”

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“Wait my son, my daughter!

Did you help?

to wash,

the communion glasses,

or help straighten

and tidy MY house,

before you left

through the door?”

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“Wait my children!

Did you pray?

encourage,

or thank my shepherd today,

for the care,

he’s given to MY flock

during the past week,

to lighten the load,

he bears.”

 

“Wait my children!

Did you phone?

with sincerity,

someone missing from MY house,

last Sunday,

to let them know

that you care,

so they might feel

MY presence near.”

 

“Wait my son!

Did you show?

headship and guidance,

to the family you call

your own,

in the weeks gone by,

and help your wife

with the children,

to arrive at church on time.”

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“So MY children,

this I say to you,

1 “I am the vine;

You are the branches.

If a man remains in me

and I in him,

he will bare much fruit;

apart from me

you can do nothing.”

 

“So my children,

thus I say to you,

make your week;

eight days long,

Sunday to Sunday,

for Sundays are to be the bookends,

which uphold the days,

between visits

to MY house.”

 

“So MY children,

listen to what I’ve said

and Sunday next,

feel welcome in MY house,

to enjoy the fruits

I offer there.”

 

1. NIV John15.5

 

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