By Rev. Candace Chellew
One has been my favorite number,
One is not a lonely number
For the hermit here inside of me.
But soon the cave gets dreary,
And I can hear them clearly,
Inviting me to join the song.
And when we come together,
Each person counts, and whether
We're sad or joyful,
Each one is made more hopeful
When we're together.
This is where the healing happens,
In the midst of tears and laughter.
This is where our lives are made whole.
I've been transformed by hunger,
To find my strength in numbers.
Together we can live as one.
We need time alone in our room,
But when it becomes a tomb
We can arise and be made new together.
Arise, together, be made new, together,
Be made new, together
Be made new, together, together.
Copyright © 2015 Candace Chellew-Hodge