Take the plot of land that is out there.
Look at its weedy condition.
Its lack of moisture.
Its lack of warmth.
Build upon it.
Not houses of stone.
But houses of the heart.
In this land, we have experienced a rift
A rift of hate
A rift of violence.
Only the LORD can heal that rift, that divide
that has kept sides apart to long!!
Take that watering can.
Let the older generation teach the younger generation,
as my dad did once in Arizona for his granddaughter.
Of how to be gentle and loving
It takes one person at a time to make those small
Only one pebble to be thrown into the pond,
to fill the pool with so many ripples,
waves and pellets of water dancing to
the music of ones touch.
May the Lord bless our nation and our world with His enduring love.