
Where believers go when God arrives
Your light is flooding this tract.
It has soaked the grass
and risen up through the brush
to fill the trees.
And so we must flee.
We climb the trees to await
boats of darkness
that will take us to caverns
cool and
covered with moss.
Where we’ll wait, to see what You do.
Holy Thursday B

Holy Thursday A

Day 37

Day 36

Day 35

Palm Sunday

The living water went out of her
No, don’t look back
Don’t long for it
Don’t stand dry with memory
in a future made of wind
Day 34
