The Christian Bubble

There is a dome,
Under which contains,
A Christian home,
Beautiful yet strange.
The inhabitants vary,
In weakness and strength.
They are constantly wary,
Of what outsiders think.
Yet within this bubble,
Often worship will shine,
And influence troubled,
Hearts to incline.
They act so stable,
And socially secure,
They seek to enable,
Generations to be pure.
Wanderer, pass through.
Make a stop at this hamlet.
Let their healing renew,
But halt not your transit.
For the Gospel is out there,
Amongst thistles and thorns,
Amidst the thieves and the fallen,
Amidst the confused and the scorned.
Do not condemn,
The settled fellowship.
Pray for them,
For a faith dynamic.
And never stop coming,
To their place of meeting,
For the Lord is there,
Offering rest for the weary.

Kingdom Fellowship

There are times that friendship,
Is unbarred and flows freely,
No oddities or hindrances,
No confinement of propriety.
This, the goal of fellowship,
Though torrid life confines,
By the loyalties we make,
To priorities ill-defined.
In these precious moments,
Let us with great excitement,
Embrace our brother and sister,
With joy and fulfillment,
For this is a shadow,
Of our coming home,
Where love everlasting,
Is continually sown.
Can we, beyond what is natural,
Today seek to be,
Instruments of Christ’s love,
Instigators of unity?