I loved the sounds of rain
Small drops sliding down the glass
With the branches flying wild
And the splash as people passed
Dreary days meant mugs of soup
And my mother’s sheltering arms
Tiny glimpses from my childhood
At a table safe and warm
Now the memory reminds me
Of another suppertime
When our Master gave the bread
And blessed a cup filled with new wine
How they sang a song together
About God’s mercy flowing free
Then He safely brought us home
Through the storms of Calvary
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My wife and I serve as members of a worship team at a multicultural church. Our members are from Brazil, Nepal and the U.S.. Because of the many languages and cultures in our local body we face unique challenges, such as how many songs will we do in English today? What new songs can we use in either language that are simple enough for the people to sing. The songs, the devotions and insights here are a small portion of some of the ways God is leading us as we push towards the goal. I pray that these will be both a blessing and an encouragement for those of you who may pass by Praise 2 Worship.
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