The People of God       

–  by Lindy Thompson


If the earth is going to tremble,

if the trees are going to move,

if ancient boulders are going to tumble down –

give me my people.


If the waters are going to rise,

if the familiar is going to change,

if uprooting is unavoidable —

give me my people.


If I must drink from the cup,

if I must taste the tears,

if I must feel the wound —

give me my people,

give me my family,

give me the people of God.