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Hymn and Prayers for the 4th Sunday before Lent


"He Leadeth Me"


Reading & Collect

Our weekly reflection will be part of our Online Service on our Facebook Page on Sunday


Poem


Touched by an Angel Maya Angelou (b. 1928)

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls. We are weaned from our timidity In the flush of love's light we dare be brave And suddenly we see that love costs all we are and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free.


To Pray for

  • People living with Cancer and their families as we approach World Cancer Day

  • The parish of Beachamwell after their historic church suffered a severe fire

  • For all of the GB team taking part in the winter Olympic games in Beijing as they get underway this week




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