Drawn in the Spirit
we come with open hands
marching through a wild
and desolate land.

There are times we feel
the presence, taste the love.
The weight of outstretched
hands encircling us above.

We come communion and
love to receive.
We walk away with
faith in strength believe.

Surrounded by the witness
of all we cannot see.
Divine mystery come down
release and live in me.

Accepting with full heart
we raise our voice.
Resounding a glad and
loudest rejoice.