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.
Morning comes He breathes in me
the dawn of a new day.
He gives me sight so I can see
the path I went astray.
On wayward sand, I stretch my hand
granules in my clutch
I'm taken by the wavy band
the grains I dare not touch.
It's much easier for the camel
to pass through the needle's eye
Than you who’s merely mortal
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.
