It wasn’t that nowhere was holy
everywhere, everywhere they walked
holy ground, barefoot walking
leaving their footprint,
the mark of God’s journey
walking with them across the savannah
into the jungle, the desert
in the in-between lands,
the dry and the rainy seasons
Walking with God,
no place holy, because
the world is holy
May 31, 2008
Matthew 7:21-28 and
Alive Now devotional for May 29, 2008 and
Alive Now devotional for May 30, 2008
Saturday, May 31, 2008
No Place Holy
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