As He is so want to
do,
the lectionary was
blended
sharing a deeper
message,
in the mixing of the
words
the healing of
spirits,
a moment of epiphany
known to very few,
needing to be
proclaimed, shared
He spoke through the
words on my page
words of Psalms,
placed by her small hands, shared
in the hands of the
beggar
blind Bartimaeus,
the messenger
of more wisdom
this morning.
At the end of a
lesson, a children’s sermon
meaning of the
psalmist’s pen,
merged with images,
handed out to eager
hands, then left
placed in the basket,
the cup of the beggar
“This Soul Cried
Out”, the words of that one verse
how right, how
appropriate, how subtle
that must be the
page, out of the seventeen screens
the page that should
land, purposely, in his lap
this morning, before
the telling of his story
in the adult sermon
his healing, by his
faith, the response from
the Word Made Flesh,
He cried out to the
Son of David
And was healed of the
rest
Just as the psalmist
knew
So long ago.
I sought, He answered
I was made whole
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edited June 1, 2014
This Soul Cried Out – v2
October 29, 2006 15:03
This Soul Cried Out
Psalm 34:1-8 and Mark 10:46-52
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