In the shadow of your cross,
hung, suspended by a lone, strong line
over the altar
I kneel in the quiet
of sanctuary, bending to receive
the grace that binds me
to you, that tells me the heart’s home
remains your own
domain
and I am safe to cry out for strength
to rise.
know that He hears you when you pray, wherever you are, but probably the most clearly when you have a chance to quiet your heart and allow the demands of the world around you to grow still, fade to black; it is here and in this way that the full light of all that Christ has done for us takes hold of our heart and is able to make the difference that we seek
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