April 21–27 ❘ In Our Midst
In Our Midst
His healing glistens in sweat
trickling down the neck
of one who weeds flowerbeds
for a neighbor who is ill.
His compassion leavens
the bread a friend delivers
after a woman’s third miscarriage
in as many years.
His voice rings out
from a young missionary
who struggles with a new language,
yet persists word by broken word.
Like light piercing darkness
that cannot comprehend it,
the Lord is in our midst,
but we cannot see Him
if we don’t consider
where to look.
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