This...
This can't be my mind
The light is shining
So afraid of what I'll find
It looks daunting...
Is there a beginning, an end
Where do I start
How can I defend
Love led me to the place
Where property lines marked the ground
No way to work the garden
'Til ownership is found
There were dark black vines
Connected to others, outside my lines
I asked my Love, "What could this be?"
He answered, "Connections made without me."
"...so, connections without love
But why are they black?"
"When faith buys fear
It pulls to self what self believes it lacks"
"If I believe I lack for nothing
And you are my provision
Will the connections cease to be
Creating a clearly marked division?"
Light allowed you see
Truth obliterates lies
Love guides your steps
And grace abounds where deception ties
"You are not bound to the land
The land is released to you.
Will you take on the work of gardening
Committing to LOVE, to see it through
Storms, trials, battles,
Disasters, tragedies and grief
Never resting from labor
Or hoping in relief."
"I don't want to, my Lord.
The task threatens to snuff out hope
What if I get the end of my life
And have no outcome to show...
my worth......"
"MY life shows that."
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-16-2017
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