Psonnets of Worship
These Dry Bones

God bless the burial of these dry bones,
interred in unattended churchyard weeds
according to the unattended creeds
of unattended, empty, crumbling stone,
where anyone who worships stands alone
and sits alone in pews paid with proceeds
of saints who sleep and sinners' empty deeds.
Lord, raise me from this churchyard no one owns.
My church may have been built of stone and wood,
and stone and wood and earth may be my bed,
but who remembers these deeds unto good?
Remember that this sinner's prayer was said
and grace through faith has saved me as I stood
on promises to raise me from the dead.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org

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