Worship for Pentecost

I need to be alone with Christ

I need to be alone with Christ
To go to the deepest well
The sanctuary of love, hope, peace
And drink my fill.

To become a friend of my frailties
And so a friend of the weak
To gently touch in them and in me
The wounds of Christ.

To find what is strange inside me
The anguish beyond my control
To make a friend of the stranger within
And the one I meet.

To acknowledge the hurt I carry
To feel, in my grief and pain,
At one with rejected lonely souls
And dare to love.

To welcome the need, the poverty,
The truth of who God sees I am
For there will I find living water
And all is well.

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Offering Dear God, who made this rose with petals water-pearled, this living-velvet world accept my praise. Dear God, who made this voice, free soaring to the height, mellifluous and light, accept my life. Dear God, who made this friend whose gentle eyes meet mine as soft as candle-shine, accept my love. © Marian Yelland Plymouth		I need to be alone with Christ I need to be alone with Christ To go to the deepest well The sanctuary of love, hope, peace And drink my fill. To become a friend of my frailties And so a friend of the weak To gently touch in them and in me The wounds of Christ. To find what is strange inside me The anguish beyond my control To make a friend of the stranger within And the one I meet. To acknowledge the hurt I carry To feel, in my grief and pain, At one with rejected lonely souls And dare to love. To welcome the need, the poverty, The truth of who God sees I am For there will I find living water And all is well. © Diane Coleman 2005
Hymn for bridge-builders Lord, who linked Your heaven to earth with a bridge of love divine; Timeless glory, humble birth, joined in one supreme design: We would be bridge-builders too, spanning all the world for You. Bridges we would strive to build, foes transforming into friends, Till this war-worn world is filled with the peace Your Spirit sends; And, with one united voice, peoples, freed from fear, rejoice. When, in selfish quest for wealth, we ignore our neighbour's need: Thoughtlessly enjoying health, while the helpless vainly plead; Lord, awaken us to share, building bridges with our care. Tune metre: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Albert F. Bayly