The gifts we give each other come in many different sizes, shapes, and values. One of the gifts I received several years ago, from a favorite author, was the statement that divine truth cannot be contained in prose. Ultimately, it must be expressed in poetic language - not necessarily rhyming poetry, but the language of symbolic meaning. Now, I am one who makes his living with prose and am (gladly) reminded that my language only scratches the surface of truth. It is good for me to be so reminded.

In this spirit, I share with you a poem I wrote this fall. I am setting them to music and look forward to using them in worship soon. Merry Christmas to you!

We gather in a holy place where God already lives
We gather to find Jesus' face, the strength his presence gives.
We gather in the Spirit's life. We hope to see her face.
Our presence is an offering, a gift of holy grace.

We worship in community, each one a vital part;
Our songs and prayers and laughter in unity of heart.
We live along a journey of mystery and pain.
Immersed in Spirit passion, we're called to life again.

But prayers are never finished 'til justice comes on earth.
In us the life of Jesus is finally given birth,
Until we seek maturity along a faithful way,
The culminating worship of living love each day.

We gather now and worship at the crossroads of our way.
Opportunity and challenge confront us every day.
The call of Jesus meets us with the Holy Spirit's power.
The eternal God invites us to partnership this hour.

We worship in community, each one a vital part;
Our songs and prayers and laughter in unity of heart.
We live along a journey of mystery and pain.
Immersed in Spirit passion, we're called to life again.

Thanks for continuing to bless me as we journey together.

--Jack Price