Can you see the living Christ in the people gathered here bringing sorrow, bringing joy, as the Spirit draws us near? Can you hear the living Christ in the songs of young and old, in the voices of the world, in the stories often told? Can you sense the living Christ in the praise the earth can give, as the colors leap with joy in the garden where you live? Can you feel the living Christ in the love that holds us fast, as the mortar holds the stone while it echoes praises past? Risen Christ, we see your face in the people gathered here bringing sorrow, bringing joy, as your Spirit draws us near. Risen Christ, we walk by faith, moved by what we cannot see, till our sorrow turns to joy, and you come to set us free.