Wind across the waters, the rippling waves unroll,
Lightest of all touches, the softest kiss behold.
Then its tale retelling, how once, from ancient old,
Life, from nought, beginning, by grace, His breath unfold.
“The spirit of God moved over the waters.”
~ Genesis 1:2
A walk into the country side, where fields and flowers grow,
Air, so ever wholesome, feel the earth between our toes.
Rolling back to distant times, when life moved oh so slow,
Where simple virtues were extolled, and hearts, a quiet glow.
A question for the asking, of the radiance of His glow,
How love should matter much, that brought a god down low.
Swallowed up in victory, through death did graces flow,
And rue the forgotten answer, that life must die to grow.
Take me down this river wild, my fainting heart to lead,
Diving into treacherous turns, all at a breakneck speed.
Then find in me, a trusting soul, the rapids bravely meet,
Life with all its twists and feigns, to faith and courage cede.
Revive these tired bones, so beaten down and worn,
The flesh of man did carry, many his sins thus borne.
Strength and youth restoring, healed, those tendons torn,
Then Christ Himself enrobing! The son of man reborn.
“Son of man, can these bones come back to life?”
~ Ezekiel 37:3
Distant music calling, strange but familiar song,
Chords sweet gently playing, as dew caress the morn.
With night in silence fleeing, darkness e’er forlorn,
The cold and lifeless rising, by rays of sunshine born.
Delicately stitching, the pattern soon unfolds,
A tapestry He weaves, life’s adventures told.
Threads coaxing into place, the disconnected hold,
Soul in comfort keeping, warmth amidst the cold.