All is done under the Son.
A day, a year, thousands upon thousands bow down in fear.
To live for tomorrow, I give up today.
Stranded, stolen, moments away.
A breath, a tear, nobody near.
To walk this far and not turn back.
My soul doth wait and my mind doth crack.
New life, new bride, a change in tides.
Bear the fruit, tend the seeds.
Faith is sprouting, the vine, the leaves.
The gardener's pruning, cutting back.
The sky is bright with the artist's brush.
A thousand fall and a hundred rush.
The path is narrowing, the door almost shut.
Heart is aching, for the blind can't see.
Darkness looming, but the light supersedes.
Earth is groaning and the souls are dividing.
Yet the Son keeps on calling,
For He is forever and continues
enduring.
Mercy He is giving,
Not all are receiving.
It's the end of the beginning.
It's the end of the beginning.
A little poem I wrote randomly : )
if you’ve got this far down thanks for reading may you be blessed each and everyday.
The Lord is my Shepherd, my God in whom I trust!.
