Fellowship by:
Mary Banks and Annestta Samuels
Thirstier than soul panting for water
more desperate than passion throbbing in flesh wounds
and bruises don’t bleed redder than nail prints in a carpenter’s palms
infirmities, suffering, nakedness cannot make him love me less.
fellowship is a call heard by the spirit
the son who knows God is bound to hear Him calling loud -
“come, union.”
fellowship is to be who he is, what he is, as he is.
