At the start of a mad hectic week. Conference Christians, thrill seekers and the devout all meet. Packed out carriages, lifelong marriages, the old and young all gathering, worshippers of all ages. And i've been here before. I've come knock-knocking before on this narrow door of yours. Waiting to hear again from the Son of man. All this hype and preparation because we all know He can. Thousands joining with loud shouts, drum beats; together they stand. Trying to catch a glimpse of your pierced feet and pierced hands.
You might think we're all crazy, but you're wrong. Just a glimmer yourself and you'd be quick to sing along.
