Sinners, welcome...Pharisees, get lost!
The ramblings of a female curate.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Primeval fire fused a cradle of rock.
Borne by the rocking tides, smooth sand folded its hollows; frail seeds flew on the winds' shoulders; blessed by soft rain and warmth of sun, grass and herb bound the shifting dunes. Lastly, trusted servants came, led by Christ to build a home for restless souls, a beacon to shed forth His light.
Lord of rock and tide, of sun and air, Bringer of light: may Your blessing rest on this Your house.