Come to me all who are thirsty.....
God of all creation
I give you thanks
becoming for our sake vulnerable as a child,
walking our dusty road in the heat of the day,
Whose clothes became caked in the red soil,
Who sweated and whose throat grew parched,
Who longed for refreshing water,
And needed the help of others.
I too was thirsty and you gave me drink.
It was found in the gift from a farmer,
Refreshing juice from the cut down orange,
As sweet and pleasant as refreshing rain
Given naturally, freely in love.
Truly we meet you in the Stranger. Amen.
Mark Goodhand 5th May 2015 Cape Coast.
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