A reminder of pursuit
That which would not, on it’s own
Occur among the sheep
As they come before His throne
Divisiveness, so deeply written
In our daily grind
Hear the Holy Spirit here
To each soul, may He remind
How do we treat “the other”?
(Whoever that may be.)
It will either blind us further
Or enable us to see
Are they fodder for our humor?
Are they enemy or foe?
Are they someone we may forget
God’s call to Love and know?
Lord, show us as we humbly come
The “other” we’ve discarded
Grant our hearts to Love as You
Where we have been hard-hearted
There is no way we’d ever give
More than the Grace You’ve granted
May we now bear Your healing fruit
In Your Love, firmly planted
words from wick 