Week
In the first creation,
God worked for six long days,
Making for us a place to live,
Out of smoke and haze.
But on the seventh day,
He took a time to rest,
Looked around at everything,
And proclaimed all of it blessed.
We now are hebdomadal,
When to church we go,
To meet our God and praise him,
And feel our spirits soar.
This rhythm is ordained,
So we don't forget,
To give thanks and praise to him,
Whom our hearts have met.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2014
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