This Soul Cried Out – v2

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

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-soul-cried-out.html

Psalm 34:1-8 and Mark 10:46-52

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