Dec 2019
should I liken myself to a story
I’d ask to be holding the pen
I would wait for Your Spirit to move me
so I could write freely again
should I liken myself to a season
I’d surely be Winter — defined
I would capture Its cold with my body
and dance with the Snow in my mind
should I liken myself to a harvest
I’d sow only seeds made of Truth
I would humble my heart in Your Presence
and reap every Winter, Your Fruit
I’d ask to be holding the pen
I would wait for Your Spirit to move me
so I could write freely again
should I liken myself to a season
I’d surely be Winter — defined
I would capture Its cold with my body
and dance with the Snow in my mind
should I liken myself to a harvest
I’d sow only seeds made of Truth
I would humble my heart in Your Presence
and reap every Winter, Your Fruit
“Не обманывайтесь: Бог поругаем не бывает. Что посеет человек, то и пожнет: сеющий в плоть свою от плоти пожнет тление, а сеющий в дух от духа пожнет жизнь вечную.”
Послание к Галатам 6:7-8
Послание к Галатам 6:7-8
