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Solidarity,
not solitaire, ya see.
It’s
an opportunity to be
Part
of His mystery.
Diversely
armed so we
May
serve Him differently,
But
combined our strengths can be
A
light for the blind to see
The
path the Lamb of God has lain.
In
trade, His throne, for love was slain.
Give
of the gifts that He’s given to you
Because
it is your life that He saved.
For
if the truth be told,
Every
crown of gold
Is
His blessing from our birth to His grave.
Just
as the air we breathe
Filters
through the tiny weeds,
To
each desire we will see
One
is sent to fill the need.
Gather
not, yet try to be
On
whom the weak may lean,
Until
strong again, we’ll see
That
soul enter joyfully.
It’s
not for glory we seek,
Wielding
the talents that He
Gave
every daughter and son
To
speak, serve, labor or teach.
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