Febuary 24th
jer 29 11-13
we think we are in our own world and that nobody is going through the same thing. we tend to not let God in. He rises with us and is there to ground us with light. the light that brings hope and a future.
Ombre Petals
plans are imperfect excellence
He knows all you need every minute
gifts given along the journey
turn from values into prosperity
money can't buy them
our hands will never craft them
your eyes won't see them
no matter what technology brings
plans are imperfect excellence
He knows all you need every minute
gifts given along the journey
turn from values into prosperity
money can't buy them
our hands will never craft them
your eyes won't see them
no matter what technology brings
electric devices hold power to google
a word equal to faster
Gods magic uses a sundial
look at the beautiful sun
its reflection reminder of days
the shadow bigger than night or day
He is always near in times of healing
my calendar says spring has sprung
I'm still growing into tree canopies
which bears fruit on its branches
cloaking a world of stillness
a seed drops twisted into a windstorm
flying around untouched forest land
no maps find the route home
God never plants the flower here
one place you wanted
a gust scatters it among acorns
each raindrop
a word equal to faster
Gods magic uses a sundial
look at the beautiful sun
its reflection reminder of days
the shadow bigger than night or day
He is always near in times of healing
my calendar says spring has sprung
I'm still growing into tree canopies
which bears fruit on its branches
cloaking a world of stillness
a seed drops twisted into a windstorm
flying around untouched forest land
no maps find the route home
God never plants the flower here
one place you wanted
a gust scatters it among acorns
each raindrop
a work of His patience
one sprout hard to spot lost
look at His hands who started
my life by a new found light
under this mighty oak tree
a great foundation to grow
the inner weave of roots and matter
water breathes life in small pockets
keeping nourished at the source
I can feel His lungs up and down
a constant peace for what's ahead
what may be a new pair of eyes
has seen your future today
He creates field of wildflowers
lightning strikes the dry ground
red yellow orange mix
one sprout hard to spot lost
look at His hands who started
my life by a new found light
under this mighty oak tree
a great foundation to grow
the inner weave of roots and matter
water breathes life in small pockets
keeping nourished at the source
I can feel His lungs up and down
a constant peace for what's ahead
what may be a new pair of eyes
has seen your future today
He creates field of wildflowers
lightning strikes the dry ground
red yellow orange mix
to form a heart
humble bees pollinate just one
God loves with vibrant hope
that ombres petals again and again
dip dyed with excellent adventures
pigments fly out in the air
each color part of my future
Gods hands show places people
and plans to prosper me
from dusk until hope
rises in the west
prayers are best He is
where my future rests
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Thanks for reading, hope you liked my writing. Becca Joy