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Editor's Foreword | |
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Preface | |
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And then you - Facing God | |
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And then you | |
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At the dawn | |
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You live at the hinge | |
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Stunned by the morning | |
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We wait for you to ache | |
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You ... and therefore us | |
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A thousand, a million, a trillion tongues | |
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For how you hope | |
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We say "Yes, yes" | |
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You with ears bent close to our lips | |
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The other side of the street | |
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Not at our beck and call | |
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You sweep away what we treasure | |
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No more sinking sand | |
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Before the day is out | |
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Three times holy | |
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The place where you are curbed | |
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Our true home | |
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A people with many secrets - Truth-telling confession | |
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A people with many secrets | |
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Like an endless falling | |
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We treasure what you end | |
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Not always for you | |
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You who command | |
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We also live double lives | |
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An answering and refusing | |
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Yours, and not ours | |
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We are takers | |
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Fashioning better guarantees | |
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The God we would rather have | |
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But now you know | |
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Even on such a day | |
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Against your absence - A hidden God | |
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Against your absence | |
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Our despairing hope | |
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No newness yet | |
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You are known in hiddenness | |
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You stay hidden within that misery | |
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With or without you | |
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Against a closed sky | |
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We are ready to listen - For illumination | |
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We are ready to listen | |
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Your command is garbled | |
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Ears but do not hear | |
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We would know more of you | |
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The voice we can scarcely hear | |
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The din undoes us | |
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The grace to be haunted | |
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Give us Saturday ears | |
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Reach us | |
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That we may change | |
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Re-text us | |
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Move off the page - While reading texts | |
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Move off the page | |
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Before us | |
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We try, as best we can, to live by bread alone | |
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You turn tables | |
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Teach us how to weep | |
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Your world-forming speech | |
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Your word | |
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Our mother tongue | |
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How you inhabit this text | |
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Your new news | |
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After the bitterness | |
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When the world spins crazy | |
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The poems conflict us | |
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Soak our lives in it | |
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Alabaster cities | |
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We are children of another world | |
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Awed to heaven, rooted in earth - For the church in mission | |
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Awed to heaven, rooted in earth | |
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Not the God we would have chosen | |
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Re-brand us | |
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And we are different | |
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A hard, deep call to obedience | |
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Yes | |
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We do not want to be arrested | |
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Do not fear | |
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Give us appropriate yielding | |
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We are much drawn to circuses | |
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Our right names | |
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Be our primary disease | |
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The anguish and burden of the message | |
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With all the graciousness we can muster | |
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Deliver us from amnesia | |
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Demanding all, not too much, but all | |
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Kingdoms rage ... and we are called | |
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Move us beyond ourselves | |
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Start again - For a bruised world | |
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Start again | |
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The threats do not wane | |
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Their plowshares are beat into swords | |
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Reform our deformed lives | |
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Work your wonders | |
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In the midst of all the pushing and shoving | |
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Come to our shut down places | |
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We are all in hock | |
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While the world says "not possible" | |
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We are not self-starters | |
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Be your powerful, active, sovereign self | |
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Friday is your day of entry | |
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Into our several hells | |
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Is there a balm ... in Gilead or anywhere? | |
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Ours is a seduced world | |
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Ceding our end to you | |
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We will not keep silent - Cadences of gratitude | |
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We will not keep silent | |
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You give ... and we receive | |
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The God who yearns and waits for us | |
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The gratitude we intend | |
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We are second and you are first | |
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With you it is never "more or less" | |
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Giver, Giver, Giver | |
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Larger than fear | |
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We notice your giving | |
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Occupy our calendars - Praying the Christian Year | |
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Occupy our calendars | |
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The grace and the impatience to wait - Advent | |
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In violence and travail - Christmas | |
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There is a time to be born, and it is now - Epiphany | |
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Not yet as light as hope - Shrove Tuesday | |
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Loss is indeed our gain - Lent | |
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Revise our taking - Lent | |
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Or did we get it wrong - Lent | |
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In the name of the bruised one - Holy Week | |
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Held back - Holy Week | |
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The pivot of hope - Maundy Thursday | |
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The terrible silencing we cannot master - Good Friday | |
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Not the kingdom of death - Easter | |
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We are baffled - Easter | |
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You who stalk the earth with new life - Easter | |
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But not held - Easter | |
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Easter us - Easter | |
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To make things new that never were - Pentecost | |
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We wait ... but not patiently - Reign of Christ | |
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In these very late days - Reign of Christ | |
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Index of biblical references | |