Original Poem by Mary Hill
Genesis 12:8He also built an altar to the LORD there and worshiped the LORD.
Come Brethen and Sisters
The Altar of the Lord awaits
A place to sojourn in a holy seeking
Touching the hem of his garment
Reaching out in faith
Tear stained floors and carpet.
Weeping in shame,
Weeping in Joy.
Laying it all down
Leaving it at His feet
At God’s Holy Altar
The busiest place in your church: the altar?
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