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A poem meditating on how all women can influence—mother—the church toward gender equality.

We bring our brokenness to God through prayer.

An Evangelical Press Association award winning poem:  God gave me a rose, A delicate thing and beautiful, Trembling in the breath of God, Tearful in the showered rain.

This poem reflects on the thoughts and feelings of the Samaritan woman when she encountered Jesus on a routine visit to her town’s well, as recorded in John’s gospel (4:1–42).

You are doing
what we could not do
because we did
​what we could.

Favored is she who relies on God.
        She trusts without full understanding.
        She expects His will to triumph.
Confident is she who knows the Lord.

We have put you on a pedestal,
scattered petals at your marble feet.
Entombed now in stone,
once their warm flesh danced in Cana

Education polishes gems
Even diamonds can be polished
by knowledge liberally applied

Your life will be my life, and my life yours.
Your son will be my son, his Father my Father.

I offer you the words I was offered/ in the Book we have both read.