Voices strewn by airwaves
Carry seeds of discord, hate
Noisy bluster, innuendo,
In the world’s eyes carry weight
Posts, tweets, memes, and talk shows
Dominating ev’ry page
But is this the church Christ died for,
Called to gentleness and grace?
Tempting to surrender
Hope the Bride will stainless prove
But in our pews on Sunday sit
Those in whom Jesus moves
Though their clothes be shabby,
Or their hair be white and gray
Their vocation manual labor
“Love thy neighbor” they obey
Love in bags of cookies,
Conversations in the yard,
Last minute aid in trials,
To Christ cling when life gets hard
These, the quiet faithful,
Mirror true their Savior’s face
We forget them in their quiet,
They, who finish well life’s race
Copyright Jonelle Liddell
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