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Praise God…each in his own way…throughout this holy day…
With song or dance or silent prayer…arms and heart lifted up in the air…
Celebrating the freedom He has gifted to you…
Through the death of His Son and a love so true.
Live thanksgiving…live the Rising!
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When we become supple to His sculpting…
We become vessels of His charity.
“Yet, O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay and you the potter; we are all the work of your hands.” Is 64:7
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Through wordly eyes we see fragmented bits and pieces of a person…
But to “heart-know” as God sees…
We see instead a blend of all that was…all that is…and all that could be…
the broken…the open…the healed…
in a whirl of beauty that strikes one’s own heart with the words of Jesus….
“Father, they are your gift to me.” (John 17:24)
through Him with Him in Him... 