The love of God
dropped into the pool, the
world
We are to be the ripples,
the seeds, the breath
the whisper of God
in this time and place
ripples, growing, spreading
transformed, moving outward
touching distant shores,
human hearts, some ready
some not yet so; but
each washed by the living
water
flowing outward, through us
out into Your world.
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edited May 30, 2014
Being Ripples – v2
February 22, 2008
Being Ripples
Walk to Emmaus
written on drive to training
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