The cherry tree outside
thatches its delicate fingers
into a mesh of pink petal sea,
fathomless to the eye.

The window frames it,
a perfect picture untarnished by
brushstroke, pencil or pastel.
Each line crisp, each colour full

The wind tosses the branches
into waves that break pink spray
into the breeze. The blossom snows
down like a springtime blizzard.

Soon the branches will be bare,
like bones stripped of flesh.

Jesus Christ;
              Faith and peace,
        Selflessness and purity,
      Understanding and gentle.
Beautiful in soul non judgemental,
         All wrapped up in love.
            In a nutshell
                He Looks like
                    Love.

I'm speaking to humanity
My dear are you afraid of me?

The cold that you can feel is coming from my heart
It may be black as coal but at least my suite is smart

You look at me and see your dreams
I look at you and see my means

I need a beauty, real and admired
To spread my word and light the fires

To many I am a good excuse
They point at me so they can't lose

If you ever want to see my face
Just turn towards the looking glass

I can't help it if I feel nice
You made your choice now pay the price

If you choose to use my name
You will start to cry in pain

And I am sure that soon you'll feel
That it was never you, but the devil at your heel.

Grace Sparks

It's time to untangle
All of the doubts that keep me down
It's time to let go of the pain, the past
All that makes me cry
It's time to venture out
To where I'll grow and learn to soar

Surely I won't miss out
All that you've planned, the best for me
I'm singing out loud, the songs of faith
Let it resound
Sunrise is calling out, “The night has gone
It’s the end of fear!”

En-route to win
Swinging through the wind
In the freedom of Christ my King

Your loving grace sparks
Like a thousand northern lights
So I won't be lost
When you are my guide
(Jesus, you are my guide)

Fuelled by Your perfect love
I’m moving up, moving up
Burden-free and ready to take off
I'm rising up, rising up

A  flock  of  wild  geese
have  just  flown  by.

Very  pleasing  
to  the  eye.

I'm  in  the  heart
of  nature  here.

Quite  content
with  little  fear.

Mother  nature  works  away
something  new  turns  up  each  day.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK. 2016.

Yet I know that the Sovereign LORD  loves me
For did He not give up his breath and die upon a tree?

The cross is not just a place where blood flows
It is a doorway through which the free must go

For every wound that I've received
And every lie that I've believed

I will place at the foot of that cross
And never again shall I be a lamb lost