A poem for those who made Holy Week happen

O God of love, we come to pray

For all who serve along the way—

Not just the ones who preach or lead,

But every soul who meets a need.

For greeters standing by the door,

Who smile and welcome rich and poor,

For those who fold and those who write

The words that guide our hearts aright.

For hands that set the table bare,

With bread and cup and quiet care,

For blooms arranged with artful grace,

That make the Sanctuary a place.

For coffee poured, for crumbs swept clean,

For moments tended, yet unseen,

For sliders clicked, for chords well-played,

For songs that lift, for prayers well-laid.

And those who long but cannot be

Among the gathered company—

May mercy find them where they stay,

And draw them close this holy day.

To every task, both small and grand,

We see the imprint of Your hand.

In love made real through each kind deed,

Your presence walks the path we need.

Amen.