What if the power of the Church exists
In uncomfortable places?
Cluttered homes and cracked pavement
And hands clasped in unexpected graces?
What if decentralization
Restores the True Center,
And the Spirit seeks through the sent
Not merely those who enter?
What if, instead of a uniform meal
Sheep feed each according to his own ability,
In faith-grounded motility?
What if the herd gathered less often,
But the sheep knew each other more?
If we love-feasted at appropriate times,
But did life door-to-door?
What if upper rooms are ordinances:
Locations of power-filled commissions-
What if the Spirit waits for obedience,
And the proper conditions?