without walls

Grieve not the Spirit, sister;
your brothers' blood cries out from the ground.
Be not afraid to claim your kin, for
Christ is not ashamed to call us his and
he our peace. For once, we are
not strangers but citizen heirs of
one household of God.

One Lord
One faith, to
One hope are we called

One baptism
One Body, many gifts.
One Giver
One work
One Table
One Church

The house of God built not of
mortared walls but bone and flesh:
hearts beating, breaking and bound
up in mine. Belonging, the Spirit dwells 
in our midst. Wither or bloom, 

we are keeper and kindred;
bearing burdens and fruit,
wear love well.

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...