We come to the river of God’s grace

We bring our confessions, our weakness, our need for healing.

We come following rumors of hope

Chasing threads of promise

Seeking a cleansing of heart

A renewal of our souls

And 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 throng of his sandals”

Suddenly, the river seems no more than trickle…

But then, we hear the rest

How he too, sandals and all, still entered 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, peaceful, like a dove.