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No roof—
yet the sky was open.

No bed—
yet the ground remembered him.

No place—
yet everywhere he stood
became a crossing.

He passed through voices,
through sides,
through walls made of certainty—

and stopped where no one wanted to stop.

There.

Where the wounded lay.

Where the silence thickened.

Where the world had already moved on.

“Follow me,” he said—
not into comfort,
but into truth.

Not into safety,
but into love.

And the question remained
after he was gone:

If he stood here now—
would there be room?

Pastor Steven G. Lee
St. GMC Corps
May 4, 2026

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