Letter
To A Stoic Poet
First
step in the door…welcome.
Nothing
warmer than a black hug...love.
No masks…testimony.
No
structure…prayer.
No
clock…Word.
No
constraint…worship.
No
running for the parking lot…fellowship.
Laughter…tears…anger…compassion…healing…pain…justice…mercy.
Close
my eyes…lift my hands.
I
see Jesus…His love letter in the sky.
My
God is sovereign…My God is power...My God is real.
Inspired by...My experience in the "Black Church"...The love of Keystone Baptist-Chicago...God's "Love Letter" to me...1 John 3:16
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