Ride on ride on O holy, longing Lord.
Below your feet our coats we lay.
Above your head the branches wave.
We glimpse, O Love, your hidden way.
Ride on ride on O steadfast, sorrowing King,
processing through our scattered aims.
And mounted low, close to our hearts,
a lingering trace of hope impart.
Words Catherine Smith © 2019
Tune: The King’s Majesty 8888
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Catherine Smith is a writer and retired United Church minister whose words invite pause, prayer, and re-imagination.
Through Hem of the Light, she shares reflections and resources that honour longing, nurture hope, and uncover the sacred shimmering at the edges of everyday life.
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