Kyrie Yeshua
300 strong we lift this cup
And cry the “Hallelujah”
And sing
I arrive, and am at once a harried messenger of grace
Procuring and delivering the dispensations
Removed from the penitent throng
But when we lift this cup
300 strong and I
We cry the “Hallelujah”
and sing
I am not a people set adrift
grammy 7:54 am on 5 December 2006 Permalink
Gasp.
Mike, did you write this? If not, where did you find it? It took my breath away.
Teri
michael lee 8:58 am on 5 December 2006 Permalink
Teri
It’s part of a series that I post here on and off again. You can find most of the series by clicking here:
tag: prayer
The posts all start with the words “On (something)”
michael lee 8:58 am on 5 December 2006 Permalink
and … thank you.
Morphea 9:17 am on 5 December 2006 Permalink
I forget, sometimes, to continue complimenting you on the poems you submit, since they’re always so good. This one is particularly full of feeling for me.
Cerise
Doug 1:48 pm on 5 December 2006 Permalink
Just few of the readers here got to be a part of the experience that I believe inspired those words. I had the privilege of being among the “300 strong” who lifted the cup. Last Sunday, Mike led the penitent and impenitent alike to that sacred space and time where Emmanuel made his Advent among those gathered in Christ’s name. Messengers of grace, harried or not, are always needed in my life. I am grateful to be one who received, and glad Mike is among our people here.
Sharolyn 8:33 pm on 5 December 2006 Permalink
Wow, Mike. I had no idea you were the author!