Tracey’s post today stirred the Spirit in me…see for yourself…
dedicated to Hope, sit on the step with your Jesus
You give me reason to dream.
In the warmth of your cloistered garden, I listen for the sound of your footsteps.
I am tethered to your trunk, the one true vine whose wood is better than any tree in the forest.
It is your father, my gardener, who prunes back last year’s cane growth for new buds to form.
You keep watch over me from heaven.
It is His vision of my shape in your kingdom come.
My barren branch spurs with your love.
Thirsty for your water, I can become like a wild branch whose leaves wither and produce no fruit. My roots reach into the dampened darkness in search of your love. My branches turn toward your light and my boughs support healthy clusters of leaves. At your feet, the heavens grace my leaves with glistening…
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