At the beginning of the month in India, my squad got the chance to celebrate and suffer with the body of Christ: we helped build a church.
Brick by brick, each person tossed and carried bricks.
This is a poem I made about that day.
The Church
More than the bricked building
More than the seats and podiums
We are the church
Together we all suffer
Together we all celebrate
We are the church
We built a church
Bricks going from one to another
We are the church
Brick by brick
Person to person
We are the church
Tossed to another
Every hand every brick
We are the church
Blistered hands
We suffered together
We are the church
Stacked bricks up one hill
Carried to the other
We are the church
Bricks in the end
We build the church
We are the church
