Epiphany
Father Spirit Son
One
in three and three in one
For these moments
Together,
gathered here
Bearing gifts and travelled so far
We
bring what we bring and share what we may
For this day, for this place
For
these people we pray
Giving thanks for this safe space
Remembering
those still questing to find
A peace from the storms
And
pains of this life
Torn from homes,
ripped
out from the everyday
To a new normal, shaded by fear
Flung
to the farthest reaches
Of this bruised earth
Battered
by storms
Where seas swarm
And
on and on
Searching, seeking
A
kingdom to find
Rest, Sabbath, space
Peace
of mind
Magi journeying from the east
Amidst
the warlord’s soon to be scorched lands
Bearing gifts and travelled so far
We
bring what we bring and share what we may
Lord, to this table
We
bring, we share, we feast
Give us compassion for the broken
The
lost, the least
Grow within us hearts for each other
Bearing
our scars, held with open palms
Tell us new-ancient stories
Take
us further than we thought possible
Lead us onward
To
stony shores
Where we may be baptised
With
the boat dwellers and their Christ.