What is This Thing Called Unity?

Every Joint Supplieth


All of one Body

And so it was planned

The leg needs the shoulder

The jaw needs the hand

The whole has been tempered

By Spirit’s command

A job to be done.

No cause for bragging

It’s His grand design

The downcast are lifted

With oil and with wine

The bold call us higher

The air there sublime

And all for God’s Son.

　

Ephesians 4: 15, 16

I Lay Them On Your Altar (John 17)



Father, I have watched
Over these men.
Have taken them your images
Of community free
From retaliation.
Of joy in the
Rendering of mercy.
Of good report
On those who struggle,
With only the half known.
Of fulness of days
Free from fear of supply,
From fear of man.

I have set them
To wandering.
Ambassadors of a realm
Not yet seen.
Sporadically meeting the test.
Boiling often in self-hurt.
Turning, of times,
To look back from the plough.
Vying for place.
Vying for glory.
Missing often the real gems
Delivered with
No special fanfare.

And now I leave,
So much so seemingly
Ill-prepared.
But You have given them me.
Persevering to their
Appointed destiny.
All but the one with the purse.
I trust You
For their well-being.
I trust You for the prophecies
Which speak of me.
Quickly now...
To my offering.