please come
oh the days when i drew lines around my faith to keep you out, to keep me in, to keep it safe. and oh the sense of my own self-entitlement to say who's wrong, or won't belong, or cannot stay
cause somebody somewhere decided we'd be better off divided, and somehow despite the damage done....He says Come.
there is room enough for all of us...please come. and the arms are open wide enough. please come. and our parts are never greater than the sum, this is the heart of the One, who stands before an open door, and bids us come.
oh the times when i have failed to recognize, how many chairs are gathered there around the feast. to break the bread and break these boundaries that have kept us from our only common ground, the invitation to sit down if we will come....
Nichole Nordeman