So I wonder who was in worship feeling broken today. Whoever they were, I thought of them, and prayed for them as we sang the last hymn.
O Christ, your heart, compassionate, bore every human pain.
Its beating was the pulse of God; its breadth, God’s vast domain.
The heart of God, the heart of Christ combined in perfect rhyme
to write God’s love in human deeds, eternity in time.As once you welcomed those cast down and healed the sick, the blind,
so may all bruised and broken lives through us your help still find.
Lord, join our hearts with those who weep that none may weep alone,
and help us bear another’s pain as though it were our own.O Christ, create new hearts in us that beat in time with yours,
that, joined by faith with your great heart, become love’s open doors.
We are your body, risen Christ, our hearts, our hands we yield
that through our life and ministry your love may be revealed.O Love that made the distant stars, yet marks the sparrow’s fall,
whose arms stretched wide upon a cross embrace and bear us all:
come, make your church a servant church that walks your servant ways,
whose deeds of love rise up to you, a sacrifice of praise!(Herman G. Stuempfle Jr, copyright 2000 GIA Publications)
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