Broken earth, parched landscape
dusty wilderness, hopeless shape
The ground is for the first time being drenched
his people begin to pray, the land is fed
And it was all so cleverly orchestrated
and so beautifully executed
The plan laid out before the dawn of time
This generation, this rhythm and rhyme
a flower begins to grow reaching higher
till the fullness of beauty, from the skilled gardener
green growth, drenching rains, sadness and passing of time
clouds break, heaven sings, angels dance, tis the time
Beauty unspeakable, truth undeniable
amazing splendor, majesty indescribable
JG
1 comment:
I've been meaning to tell you that this is absolutely beautiful...your words capture the movement of God well. Blessings, Elise
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