You are one to bring joy into this world.
You are one who cries when no one around.
You are one that is this: Emotions furled.
You’re happy and you’re hurt; free up, clamp down.
I’m the one to bring truth onto this earth.
I’m the one who probes deep, finds gems in grime.
I’m the one that is this: Relived childbirth.
I’m power and I’m weak; guiltless and crime.
“Grass dies, flowers fade, but God’s Word sprouts still.”
Isaiah 40:Eight – Duality
is NOT God’s Love. No hot and cold. Refill?
Cup runneth over. No finality.
We make plans, we make lists, we sprout up first.
We surrender to last; we wet God’s Thirst.