Triune God
True light behind all things
Your grace, you yourself
Stream down from heaven.
Through mist
And wafting spirals of smoke
You join our chipped and crazed lives
Not by accident, but intention
The hands hold your body aloft
Are wrinkled, callused, and pained
Joints crack, blood-dark purple bruises abound
Cuts are slow to heal.
You have chosen the humble to bear your glory
The simple bread of coarse flour,
And tasteless water.
Wine: dry and basic.
The Lord of heaven and earth is here
Let the wheat dance and the hemlocks bow.
While we climb that old, ragged hill
To rejoice at his table.
The Lord of heaven and earth is here
Let the wheat dance and the hemlocks bow.
While we climb that old, ragged hill
To rejoice at his table.
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