This is a poem I received this morning from Chris Rice –
Gather He does unto Himself threads of human life
The sorrows, the sores, the aches, the wars
But more than just the strife
While He gathers those who hunger, He gathers grains of wheat
While He gathers those who thirst, He gathers waters sweet
While He gathers those alone, He gathers welcome places
While He gathers those exposed, He gathers sheltered places
Unto Himself He gathers counsel for the inebriated
Unto Himself He gathers keys for the incarcerated
Unto Himself He gathers courage for the latent
Unto Himself He gathers panaceas for the patient
Unto Himself He gathers sages for the fool
Reconcile all things He does with His finger, frame, and spool
Into a Holy garment revealed on Easter day.
All things reconcile with His love, his life, his way.
Reconcile all things with His love, his life, his way.
All things are reconciled with His love, His life, His way.
Emily Isabelle Kroeger
Duke Divinity School
March 27, 2007