Voices united in one of praise. . .
Arms outstretched and hands reaching. . . .
Faces twisted with passion and agony and desperation, or soft with serenity. . .
Shouts of joy, and murmurs of solemn agreement. . .
Hands clapping and feet tapping, unable to contain the joy inside. . .
Hungry eyes and thirsty souls, longing to hear Your words, hanging on every syllable. . .
Tears of mingled joy and awe, sadness and desperation. . .
Rising to their feet or falling to their knees in complete surrender. . .
The tug of conviction, the vulnerability of the heart. . .
Trembling under the weight of the Powerful Presence. . .
The fire of movement, of truth raging through the Body. . .
Igniting sparks. . . Restarting flames. . .
It's the heartbeat that slows. . . . The smile that comes. . .
At the sight of a united Church. . .
Gathering out of pure joy. . .
Singing pure praise. . .
Showing pure faith. . . .
That makes the battle worth fighting. . .
And life worth loving. . .
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I gotta stop, or I'll sit here typing up poetry all day lol and this is a good place to stop. I'm going to Motion Conference this weekend, which this poem is kind of. . . A love letter to all the different conferences, retreats, and camps I've gone to that each shaped me and my faith walk in some way.
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PoetryWhere I'll put short stories, poems, song lyrics, and other similar things that I have written over the years
