The Mother

22 Dec

“… how often would I have gathered thy children together, as a hen doth gather her brood under her wings…” Luke 13:34

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A belt of Gold brings together

A Garment of Praise,

Purple and Azure,

And a covering of Righteousness

White and Pure.

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A Crown of Royalty rests on her Head,

Wrapped in Purple,

Yet unadorned,

For the Wedding Day has not yet come.

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Majestic Arms,

Strong and Firm,

Reach out to the Nations,

Then gather back together the wounded and grieved,

In a warm embrace.

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Standing firm,

On a strong foundation,

Not gilded or adorned with useless jewelry,

Set soundly on a true doctrine,

That none may cover.

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She pours out the sustenance needed,

To strengthen the Saints of God.

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One vessel holding the Priest’s share of the sacrifices,

Brought to the Brazen Altar,

Given graciously to those who hunger.

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One vessel holds the precious food of the Spirit,

The Word of God,

Served to build the body of faith.

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Eyes keenly upon the task at hand,

Not to the left or the right.

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Face radiant with the glory of God,

Anointed to shepherd the people,

Those unwanted by the church of glass and velvet,

Those needing the foundation and guidance,

To heal.

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The hand of the 5-fold ministry,

Carefully pours the anointing out,

To those appointed to fulfill the need.

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The Mother,

The Church,

Will rise,

Bearing the vessels of truth and righteousness,

On its shoulders,

Looking for a people, to dip and drink.

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It will rise in strength and confidence,

Knowing her place.

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Only setting her work aside,

For a moment,

That moment when she embraces her children,

Blessing them and sending them forward,

To find their place.

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Then lifting her vessels again,

Placing them firmly upon her shoulders,

She presses onward.

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Written 10-11-01

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