Hope Grows

Lord, I chase Your wind When I see Your trees Waving at me Gladly swaying Or bent in reverence praying I sense Your Spirit changing Drawing creation to praising Your wind protects, destructs Prunes the fruitless Bears witness to Your greatness If Your wind does such things I can barely imagine Scarcely fathom Your glory … Continue reading Hope Grows

Holy

Such a drastic contrast Between Holy and sin The battle rages within Flesh meshes with lies Purity and truth stand by Waiting, calling Never late or stalling Holy is His whisper A glimmer Of His glory A lightening flash For those who see are changed in its path Holy is Scripture Operating on wounds needing … Continue reading Holy