Puddles
Human puddles
On the ground
Hoping, waiting
Longing to be found
Downward, fingers reach
To stir
Moving, rippling
empowering to occur
Unusual things, miracles
So to speak
Causing, giving strength
even to the lost and weak
Strength flows down
Into this wet ground
My puddle moves, flows
Dare I give voice, a sound
His hand pulls upward
I rise
New in spirit, waiting
To be apprised
New life is born
To walk in His glory
So do not be afraid
To tell your story
Of love, glory
Holiness
Given just to you
Speak your words
Tell of Christ’s rescue
allow the others
to once again be born anew!
May God bless your day!!
SoulSails 