Vestry Prayers

Time for worship has arrived.
Worship leaders gather for prayer.
What words will inspire us? guide us? ground us?
What words will remind us of the need for both humility and authority?
What words will connect us to our common purpose, faith and God?
This quiet time for gathering and invoking the presence of the holy provides a foundation for the nearing service.

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Salisbury United Reformed Church
Salisbury United Reformed Church, UK

Our Church meets in a building,
That is a civic pride.
We some times need a shoehorn
To fit the folks inside.
We have many groups, who meet here
And do the things they do.
But the buildings only made of stone
The church is me, is you.

Many folk can tell you
Where our church now meets.
On Sundays, high days, holidays
It’s here on this fine Street.
But what isn’t so noticeable,
Though very, very true,
We witness to the city
The church is me, is you.

Some of us have high profiles,
In every task we see.
Some of us rush and shout
Dissenting voices we.
Some of us are quieter folk
Who gently pray and do
In this family of the church
The church that’s me, that’s you

Liz Grant, Second Wind Productions, Salisbury United Reformed Church, United Kingdom

Words to still the soul…

Now, for this space, I put them all aside,
the awesome things for which no words will come.
Such grief must go where only God is guide.
Our lovely plane darkens. Nightmares ride.
The sunlit waters thicken into scum.

Now, for this space, I put them all aside.

I read of torture others bleed. Outside
the thin screams rise. They keen a steady hum.
Such grief must go where only God is guide.
The aging skeletons no robe can hide
when eyes go out and soul surrenders, dumb,

now, for this space, I put them all aside.

Beyond compassion’s reach, our guilt or pride,
is hurt so huge our human mercy’s numb.
Such grief must go where only God is guide.

Who could contain these evils, and confide
the awesome things for which no words will come?
Such grief must go where only God is guide.

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