Sunday

I trace my fingers over the words


...love one another, as I have loved you...


My lip trembles


I press in...


with fear


so much fear.


The band plays...


Go before me, through the valley


Speak to me, for I know your voice.


Do I?


Lead me homeward, gentle Shepherd,


God of love, God of grace.


Tap, tap, tap...


goes the knock at my door.


and with fear


so much fear...


I look to see if He's still there.