Don’t feed on tears, little one,
don’t feed on tears.
Ignore the call of ash and dust,
and overwhelming fears.
Shush, quiet when the dark
comes, and stifling heavy rain,
Don’t let it cloak and bind you,
with bitterness and pain.
Hush my child, reach for Jesus,
listen to His call,
and His blessing is upon your life
when you feebly call.
Counsel has it’s downfalls, reliance on man’s filtered sighings, and pursed lips.
Animation is the key, a sparkle in the eye a must can be mistaken as angel of light. God’s council only will stand.
Curled, claws sting exit blood, the life shreds of facial skin, tissue-raw, reddened welt back.
hefted wood splintered weight
yet no flinch,
cries still floating.
Fishing line on eyebrow
. Small, sensitive, single song died;
tears follow, follow, follow-til Christ sets you free.
Molten bubbles pop,
gold skitters the surfaces, surfaces in heat.
Wisdom falls,lily petals-
from gracious lips of a nine-year-old.
Pander, your bargains sprinkled with desperation quiet prayer breathed.
Answers come quickly,
generous His deed-and the cold heart turns.
Both love and hate flame,
Still love extinguishes hard,
crystal fountain to
-hates branding blue.
Times and Seasons peak and fall,
God He lays out, displays all.
wilderness loses it’s charms once the first tumbleweed appears dancing in dust,
with absent melodies.
This life will teach 5jrough flame or frost;
God’s hand it holds when we are lost.