Lord, We come as Dead Trees.
We bare no fruit. We have no ability to create life apart from you.
Lord, We come as Strangers in a Strange Land.
Not one of us is originally from here.
Our ancestors came chasing herds, by accident, in hope,
by oppression, and in chains.
But Lord, We are here.
Plant us firmly in your rich soil. Help us sprout goodness and mercy!
Lord, We are here.
Let us open the doors to the House of the Lord and Welcome All!
-(CC) 2014 Nathan Decker, www.worshipswake.wordpress.com