Sunday, November 27, 2005

so come . . .

when no one
seems to pay attention,
we hesitantly reach out
and tug at your sleeve,
"please, listen."

so, come . . .

you are willing
to stand on the street corner,
dressed in dirt and rags,
holding a sign
that reads:
"will work
for those
who wait."

so, come . . .

ignoring our imperfections,
overlooking our hardened hearts,
you keep reworking us
on your wheel of grace,
smiling to yourself
as we gradually take on
the divine shape.

so come, Lord Jesus,
come . . .

(c) 2005 Thom M. Shuman

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