Beneath the frozen hardened earth.
The seedlings wait for springs rebirth.
Though cold and dark looms up above.
They are protected by God's sweet love.
The moment comes when birds are chirping.
They break through into their unearthing.
To become what they were created to be.
Weather a tiny flower or the tallest tree.
Spring will come new life will unfold.
Hope is rising within our souls. We will see his purpose after winter fades.
In the spring all creation's on parade.
Be held in this season, don't give in to the pain.
Every trial has it's reason; nothing grows without the rain.
There is a creator who is making all things new.
If you put your faith in him, he'll recreate you too.
By Deborah Pinnell
That was a good strong poem of affirmation in Gods goodness.
wmj
This is beautiful, Deb. Thank you for sharing this!
Blessings!
K
Thanks again Deborah for this inspiring and insightful poem and I have enjoyed your work !
Be blessed forever
Mark
I just can't start to imagine how you make it through each day. I am so glad though that you popped in. It really is lovely to see you .
Lovely ... may God's face shine on you, may he be gracious to you and give you peace.
In Christ,
Les
Outstanding.
Just beautiful.