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.
