An unexpected, but wonderful byproduct of writing words into the internet, has been the relationships that this has opened up around the world. Many of these are dear, precious Family to me, and among all the many things I am thankful for, these are certainly included.
One such friend is Amanda Iosa, a long time reader here, and quite a writer and artist of her own. Recently, she e mailed me a poem she had written which expresses Thanks to the Lord in the heart of the season and celebration of Thanks.
I was so moved by her words, that I asked her if she would be willing to let me share them with you. She graciously agreed, and I am so glad. You will be blessed.
Amanda can be found on her blog at www.amandaiosa.net. Without further delay, here is Amanda’s intro, and then the poem, “The Perfect Thanksgiving.”
This poem, which is “spoken” to Jesus, is a celebration, and also a prayer. I pray that this Thanksgiving, there are many local expressions of the ecclesia gathering together as family to remember, to celebrate, and welcome the Lord for the holiday. May the Son of Man have a place to rest His head, and may Father enjoy the company of His family in the home They have dreamed of for so long.”
The Perfect Thanksgiving
Grateful words can scarce convey,
Such swelling joy in Your bride this day.
She gathers ’round in every town,
To feast and delight in her King who’s crowned.
She partakes of Your life, and Your nature divine,
Through laughter, tears and the bread and wine.
Father’s in You, and You’re in Your bride
As Your Spirit’s dance closes every divide.
Holy hearts find Their rest, as Their family draws near,
And praise fills the air while recalling the year.
Father delights in His daughters and sons,
His home that You’ve purchased – His dear holy ones.
The veil is drawn back in this place tonight,
And Your glory is seen in these faces so bright.
Your bride sings of Love, as You fill all In all,
For in this home tonight, there’s no hint of the fall
You join in the feast, as You live out Your life
Rightful Head of the house, as expressed through Your wife
Your joy fills the room with a fragrance so sweet
Like the spikenard of Mary’s that flowed to Your feet
As the feasting winds down and all draws to an end
You relax and rest back in the hearts of Your friends.
In Father’s true house You’re no longer alone,
For Your bride is Your body, Your family and home.
Thank you, Amanda. Amen.
Happy Thanksgiving to you all. Enjoy your Bliss in Him.