I sing for joy on these sunny, summer days.
In sweet breeze, green grass, and blue sky without haze.
By fields, fresh with flowers, weeds to a few,
My heart praises God, and I long to walk through.
Alas, posted fields! Woe is me; life is hard.
Seems I’ll have to stay in my own sweet backyard.
Photo Credit: Diane Yuhas
All this time
To think you’ve had me on your mind
To live and breathe as you will
Your word in my heart
I think you’re grand
Always holding on to my hand
Your word to guide me, it is a dream
Walking with you
I want to dwell
Drinking deeply of your Spirit’s well
Grace is sufficient, all my days
Lord, help me walk
With you always and forevermore
“I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing” (John 15:5).
strong and sturdy,
Growing in the light,
Whose root is that of Jesse,
And trunk triumphant in storm’s bite.
Reaching to the sky
Even in the dark of night
Declare the Spirit of true sight
I am a branch, grafted in,
And Jesus is the vine.
By Him I bear the Spirit’s fruit,
And birds nest in my arms.
This is my response to Plinky’s challenge: Write a haiku about something that drives you nuts.
Those who shift their blame
like the wind shifts sand and snow
hide but a moment