Sunday, November 24, 2013

Poetry Sunday ~ Seasons in the Sand

Matt. 19: 24 And again I say unto you, It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.

Seasons in the Sand

On wayward sand I stretch my hand
as frothy water flows
on the solid Rock I stand
relieved of passing woes.

The seasons of my mind are lit
with every wistful shower.
The Spirit’s here where I sit
to fill my every hour

The morning comes He breathes in me
the dawn of a new day.
He gives me sight so I can see
the path you went astray.

On wayward sand I stretch my hand
granules in my clutch
You’re taken by the wavy band
the grains you dare not touch.

Tis easier for the camel
to pass through the needles eye
Than you who’s merely mammal
to seek answers in the sky.

The seasons of my mind unfold
His Word for me to preach.
As ribbons of the Truth be told
like footprints on the beach.


benning said...

Liked it! What was you inspiration for this one?

joni said...

As with all my poetry, the Holy Spirit places it in my heart and allows the words to flow.

All Honor to Him. :)