We are said to be born
in the image of God,
a God who walked
with Adam, with Eve
in the Garden.
A God who came to earth,
spoke from the,
out of the, burning bush;
who was in the silence
that the prophet heard.
God came to earth
as the son, the carpenter’s son,
Mary’s son, her first born,
to walk with us, to die for us.
God is with us still, in the
Spirit left behind, in the
sureness of the answers to prayer,
prayers of the faithful.
With us too in the covenants,
the promises of the Father,
of the Son, to be with us,
to come again
and bring us home.
July 25, 2007 7:26am
Assignment for that day in the Upper Room magazine
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