Your Sculptor has spoken

Beauty lies within the broken

Frozen twigs

Like icy hearts

A morning song they still sing

Glistening

Rocks layered with ice wait with hope, listening

For NOTHING

Not weather or nature

Nor demons who prey like vultures

Not fallen angels or his minions

Not death itself because in Him death is a beginning

God’s creation, you and me,

Cannot be kept from His love ushering us into eternity

There is no space

Where He cannot see our face

There is no depth

Where we cry to deaf

His frozen handiwork

Tells a story of amazing rebirth

A life-changing breakthrough

By the One who carries you

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God’s promise of deliverance:

I will surely gather all of you, Jacob.

I will surely bring together the remnant of Israel.

I will bring them together like sheep in a pen, like a flock in its pasture, the place will throng with people.

The One who breaks open the way will go up before them; they will break through the gate and go out.

Their King will pass through before them, the Lord at their head (Micah 2:12-13).

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Good morning, Dear Readers,

This poem was inspired by Jesus and His nature. The photos are from my walk with Jason the other day at a park iced over.

When we place our hope in the Lord, we trust nothing can stop His will on this earth. No ice or storm or mountain or weight has the last word on our lives, only He does.

Feel free to begin a conversation here in the comments. If you need prayer, email me at juliedibblespeaks@gmail.com.

Have a beauty-full day, no matter the weather.

In Christ,

Julie

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