Meeting
Meeting
At church on Sunday night,
I went to worship God.
At least to stand with others,
and lift my hands and bend my knees.
This was not what I expected?
This was not what I thought would be?
There was no one at the front,
No one you would expect to see.
Instead, there was a remnant,
up close and near the front.
They were hushed and quiet, calm.
“He” was among them.
“He” was there.
They were not dressed to the hilt,
but came just as they were…
Just as they are…
with hopes of what they will…be.
Songs, spoken words from “the” book.
Lovely shared, one to another.
The room, the few that had returned…
for no other reason, than to worship,
“Him.”
A brightness, a gleam, a shine…
Felt and even… breathed…in.
Glorious is the glow!
Mighty,
is… the King!
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