We were in the back of the chapel
but her voice rang out, oh so strong
almost shouting the words
we sometimes mumble, sometimes murmur
ancient words, that we say so oft
Do we forget their power, their import?
She didn’t this day, in her own unique way
She spoke them with power, with passion
with faith beyond her years
of the Father, the Our Father,
the Pater Noster, every word, infused
with understanding, belief, certainty
So proud was I, so moved by the pastor’s
words acknowledging hers
in the communion prayer
May we all believe these words we share
as much as our five year old
June 24, 2007 13:52
Luke 11:2-4
Matthew 6:9-13
Shanequa saying the Lord’s Prayer this morning
at the 8:00am service
See http://www.christusrex.org/www1/pater/
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