overwhelming moment

this past Saturday evening

we gathered

for our first Christmas dinner

in the dining room of

the National House of Prayer

once again I was overwhelmed

by the goodness and mercy

of our God Who faithfully provides

out of His abundance

this building

that was a house of prayer

and is again

a House of Prayer

I was aware of the great cloud of witnesses

who joined with us

as we ate, laughed, cried, prayed

and ate some more

there was time for reminiscing

for honoring

for blessing

for prophetic words to be spoken

the significance of being

in the shadow

of the Peace Tower

was not lost on anyone

there was also an awareness

of the heaving of the land

in the throws of its labour

but it was the ticking of the clock

signifying this eleventh hour

that rammed me to my knees

I literally could feel the soil

of this land Canada

shaking, quaking

under the footsteps of the Lord

as I pressed my face

into the freshy waxed floor

now wet with my tears

the wail from deep within

was no longer able to be contained

the fancy clothes forgotten

it was simply a moment to travail

there is a weightiness of these times

and I wonder

in the midst of the partying

will there be found room

in this inn

called Canada