We come rivers in need of God’s grace

We all carry our confessions, our weaknesses, and our need for healing.

We come following rumors of hope

And chasing threads of promise

Because we need a cleansing of hearts

And a renewal for our souls.

So we cry out, with all people questioning in their hearts,

“Are you the one we are looking for?”

Only to hear the response,

“I am not worthy to untie the thong of his sandals.”

Suddenly, the river seems to slow to a trickle. . .

But then, we hear the rest

How he came, sandals and all, to enter the river

And insisted, demanded, to live not by his own worth,

But only in God’s grace.

And it was as though the heavens opened

And the Spirit descended

To rest with us all, full of peace, like a dove.