Sep 2019
This is your story, do not be ashamed
May this be the telling of your journey
Let your hands open up like gates
And your fingers flow like streams
Your plans, the pallet on which you walk
The ground on which you paint
Brush the canvas your Creator has made
So may forests grow, and mountains be lifted
May oceans part, and waters be stilled
All by the grace and power of God
For He was with us from the clay
And stands by our side until our last day
Because these poems are your story
So do not be ashamed, do not let it cage
Instead, may this be the telling of His glory
May this be the telling of your journey
Let your hands open up like gates
And your fingers flow like streams
Your plans, the pallet on which you walk
The ground on which you paint
Brush the canvas your Creator has made
So may forests grow, and mountains be lifted
May oceans part, and waters be stilled
All by the grace and power of God
For He was with us from the clay
And stands by our side until our last day
Because these poems are your story
So do not be ashamed, do not let it cage
Instead, may this be the telling of His glory
This is an old one I wrote. I revised it, and I hope it can help me with these new boxes. ...maybe it’s another character? Orenda? Ora? Ren? Idk, “ora” means an opening end to a passage, so this idea can be the opening to an end and a change in your life. Hopefully! It also sounds like “aura”, which I hope my aura reflects Christ, and for this poem - not letting the dark take over, and instead becoming more like Christ
