Happy Sunday
Some walk the ancient path,
Where hymns rise like incense
And tradition guards the flame.
Some run with a newer sound,
Where lights are bright
And worship echoes through fresh rhythms.
Old wine. New wine.
Different vessels - same Spirit.
For seasons may change their clothing,
Methods may find new language,
But God remains unaged, unshaken, unchanged.
Whether in quiet liturgy
Or vibrant praise,
We serve the same Eternal One - Lord of every season,
Ancient and ever new.
Synes godt om
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