Poetry Sunday ~ Bough Breaks

Ezek. 15:2 Son of man, What is the vine tree more than any tree, or than a branch which is among the trees of the forest?


Bough Breaks
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Snowdrifts pile on the tree,
a morning of beauty for eye to see.
Branches bow in prayer to Him
whiteness clings to every limb.


Boughs moan with the slightest breeze,
broken down with the slightest sneeze.
A whispering wind the twig it grieves,
breaking the sprig that has no leaves.


Lonely and cold the cows they roam
in the open field called home.
No shelter from the bended wings,
I hear them calling, the morning sings.


The broken branch I see it bleed,
giving earth its one last seed.
Hear me Lord, my earthly cries,
fill my heart with joyous skies.


For all that's broken, now must mend.
my heart, my soul made to bend.
For only You gives all that's real,
the earth and I will slowly heal.

Poetry Sunday~ The Path I Take

Pss. 17:5 Hold up my goings in thy paths, that my footsteps slip not.
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The Path I Take
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As curious winds dance about
snow lay at my feet
swirling in my mind is doubt
for all the world to meet.

Take my hand and walk me through
the life that has a muddled hue.

Swift soft whispers of the day
spin my life around
stellar are the stars I see
they lift me off the ground.

Hold me now for I am weak
my Father’s face, do I seek.

Step lightly as you pass.
on wilted willow's bough;
Windows open, breath falls in
I’m here amongst you now.

He breathes new life into me
I share for all the world to see.