In the time between the passing of what was
and the birth of what will be
we find ourselves uncertain – a little lost
We grieve what has gone, and we do not know
what will replace it.
It is a waiting time, a hopeful time
and the one thing we can hold on to is this:
You were there with what was
You will be with what waits to be born
And You are here, in the in-between time.
And so we wait, we hope and we worship.