I AROSE
Each day Father, creator of all, rises,
breathes in the wonder of his children.
Young n’ old, small n ‘tall.
He makes a cup of coffee, sits down, reads the daily newsletter,
waiting to be briefed.
Angels all around him holding what looks like empty glass jars?
He then with much boldness does say,
"Tell me now, each and every name pointing to the empty glass jars?"
Each angel does reply with a deep sigh in their humming voice.
Father God, Creator of all rises, spreads out his arms, issuing his orders.
He takes the glass jars removing lids carefully.
Deeply drinks in each and every sip, each and every salty tear.
"The time is now my children, your hearts, your ears are open wide.
This is now your season to heal
all wounds inside your shattered hearts,
inside your confusion thoughts,
confess your weaknesses quietly,
find a silent place to ease your troubled minds.
I am your living god
Come to me fearless, come to me bold,
for I speak within you a Quiet Inner Voice.
Much I have given you
and
Much I do expect.
It is through your tears that I bestow Strength, Great Courage
that you may rise, stand tall, not fall, fail or perish.
I AROSE.
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