Image by Carlye Calvin
When doubts cloud the Son
Let your nature remind me to praise you.
The winds wave branches at your coming,
So let my hands quiver like the leaves.
May I echo back the thunder clap,
Exulting in the blessings raining on my head.
Quench my anger with your grace;
Wash away my bitterness;
Saturate my spirit with your love;
Renew my wilted soul.
Beaten down by tempest blow
Your truth has zapped my pride.
But roots in you blossom still
Fragrant flowers of praise.
2 comments:
That's lovely Maria!carol e
Thank you.
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