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3pm Good Friday 2020 Where should I be? Where am I? Sat in the garden. With my feet up. With fresh Hot Cross Buns cooling in the kitchen. Relaxing in the sunshine With headphones on And Facebook open on my phone Listening while someone else

I stood on the walls of the city that day, I couldn’t bear to be any closer. When they took him I ran, I hid the whole night, frightened even of my shadow hardly daring to breathe, let alone sleep. I heard the crowd long

This is my body, the living bread, Take it and eat it, the saviour said. Each time you eat it, remember Me, I gave my body to set you free. This is my blood, the fruit of the vine, My blood was shed to make

Thus poem is based on the event recorded in Matthew chapter 17, often called The Transfiguration.  I don’t want to go Lord. The mountaintop is where I want to be With you in your Glory With Moses and Elijah I don’t want to go Lord.

Yes, the storm rages around you As it raged around the twelve on the sea of Galilee. But today I am not asleep. I am walking with you Along the path I have called you to walk. The narrow way The path of holiness The

Wherever you go, I’ll go with you. Wherever you walk, I’ll be there Wherever the road takes you, I will lead you Wherever you wander, I will bring you home Whenever you stumble, I will support you Whenever you fall, I will raise you up

I cannot help think That God is not as concerned With where we are As with how far we have come. And I wonder if God is less interested In the speed of our journey, And more concerned With the direction we are facing. And