Episodes
Friday Feb 26, 2010
Poem - Just One More
Friday Feb 26, 2010
Friday Feb 26, 2010
Just One More
A poem written by Christi Armstrong and recited by Jenny
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His words are dancing all around me.
Spirit moving deep inside me.
My heart reaching, touching His.
"Go and find one, bring them to me.
My broken vessels need my arms."
Turning focus, realign.
Priorities of my own design, bow to holy breath.
Mud and water, lick my knees.
Windy raining, battles peace.
Moving still, I seek His face.
Dropping, praying, eyes tight clenched.
Not my strength but His alone pulls me,
pushing, holding, reaching,
bringing to His mighty throne.
Breathing, grasping sacrifice.
Mercy's beauty, Pearl of price.
Giving one and then another,
just one more,
I turn to go.
Seeking, finding,
one more lamb to bring to Holy,
healing hands.
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Monday Feb 08, 2010
Old Man of Prayer
Monday Feb 08, 2010
Monday Feb 08, 2010
Old Man of Prayer
written by Mark Brown
(read by Richard Allen)
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Ignoring the cold constriction of knees long past their best
This old man of prayer persisted with long earned patience.
Painfully positioned, hand grasping each other in a determined embrace.
The old man of prayer dropped his head, eyes locking out the simple room.
He paused, to release his thoughts and invite a focus on the one who made him.
The old man of prayer knew his time was short, but he thought slowly.
He prayed a life of friendships and family long travelled.
The old man of prayer told the story as he had done many times before.
The story of love and joy that brings tears and pain.
The old man of prayer found his cheeks moist with memories.
The story of failure and desire of hope that confuses and refines.
The old man of prayer, with undaunted clarity pushed on.
Then pain splashed across his frail body, pushing him into the grey
And the old man of prayer knew that his time had come.
They found the old man of prayer resting peacefully against his bed, still kneeling,
hands loosely bound in prayer, a faint smile fixed on his face.
When they gently removed him they found two knee sized worn patches in the carpet beneath him.
The ambulance attendant, quietly offered, ‘Amen.’
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Wednesday Feb 03, 2010
POD - Psalm 119v33-40
Wednesday Feb 03, 2010
Wednesday Feb 03, 2010