In all things..I do seek to give you praise,
Father,
I am stumbled and at loss.
Searching for your cross.
I feel like broken bread,
and your tearful wine.
Your faithful child cries out this night,
With no hope in tender sight.
My feet walk upon sinking sand,
No hope can I feel,
My courage is deplete.
No words of comfort speak from bleeding sides.
Can you help me.....
believe,
You are still alive….
Do we still matter as your child.
Through song and red letters of an old dusty
Bible…this is what I read;
Do you ask of me to send another son?
Is it truly wisdom that you seek,
Or the eyes to see the beauty and splendor that surrounds.
Open wide your arms with strength and determination.
Pour forth song from your lips, drain the weary thoughts of resignations.
There is not one tear from you that I will not bless powerfully.
I await to restore to you luscious gardens of soulful bloom.
Each seed cast feeds my next hungry child.
You ask of me,... what.... you already have.
Lay down your stones, empty those deep pockets.
Weed your soulful gardens of strangling denials.
Speak the words of my son…
Father, forgive them, they know not,
What they do.
Plant, Sow, and Reap
my love, hope, peace and trust.
Rake the words …I for give often.
In this you will find peaceful rest.
I am your Alpha and Omega,
Learn to walk with faith,
you know NOT you have.
For this world, I gave my only son,
with deep eternal love.
Love,
Your Father
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