Separate

Nothing can separate us from the love of God.

It is an amazing fact, yet we see all the things

We deem as what does separate us.

It is so easy to see the splinter in someone

Else's eye and miss our own log.

It is easier to judge others than to look

Into our own lives and take stock

Accounting for ourselves.

Today, today is the day that rings out

We are not separated from God's love.

As we bury a friend, a father, a grandfather

We know this rings true that he is claimed

A child of God, there is no distinction

As we place the baptismal robe

One last time, covering a life lived

As best as we all try to live this walk,

This faith, this fragile life filled

With the trials we face, the paths we walk

Today we are not separated from God's love