Additional Credits:
Matthew 18:20
When You come where we are gathered:Do You come like the smoke from a blown out flame, seen when the light catches it just right?Or do You sit in the back among the pews,among Your children and watch us proudly as a mother, as a father does?Do You stand at the altarwith the Priest or Pastorand extend Your arms tous?Are You smiling?I know You are there. Perhapsas a mist on a lake in the early morningOr a low hanging cloud?So that every time we breathewe breathe You in.Maybe You are multiple.And to each of us You come,gently resting beside us as we prayand clapping along as we praise.The corner of my eye catchesa sudden flare of light through the glass in the door and it blinds my breath.That must be You too.
