Can’t coax pearl petals from shoot or stem,
or cast blueprints for bees hum;
Can’t speak tender words to guide a creek,
or lay out path of sun.
My feeble pen scratches, rude and splotched,
tapping like metronome time;
function as a darkened mirror
while words dance their rhyme.
Faith between heartbeats,
resurrection from ruins
seed to sapling faith.
Chosen, in His hands lifted,
no random die is cast;
it goes from grace to grace
from the first to the last.
Regardless of Satan or
man’s epic fails,
God’s provision and purpose
forever prevails.
Justice, settled jaw;
blazing sword and torches love-
cut down evil, lies.
Set your soil tillable
as He sends the morning dew-
seeds in digging fillable
soul and spirit will sing new.
Now is sowing season here
the planting you don’t know how;
these secrets that no reason hear
still stems break through with low bow.
Simply sim, simply sat,
Coco saw a simply rat
Orange it was, burst out with song
And scratched it’s nose all day long.
Pimlee pee, pimlee you,
orange rat would sing with you.
