The Parting

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Their bond was deeper, richer, and more than what many call true love,
But no other words exist to describe it better.
Pleasant years of joyfully, faithfully serving one another would soon end.
A new age was upon them, one where they would no longer be – together.

Nearing their bittersweet goodbye, foreknown, but always so far away,
Closer now than ever, they shared their last touch and tear filled words,
The heartbeat faded…
It was over, beautifully tender, yet simply awful.

A farewell kiss no one else could fully comprehend.

Love, forever impacting them and others, parting, still strong,
Slipping beyond time and the physical world,
Falling into the Hands of Heaven.

Behind the lines

The last enemy to be destroyed is death. ~ 1 Corinthians 15:26

Famine

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Dusty wind bent the tired old trees,
Their few remaining leaves turned upside down;
The air smelled of heat and pain.
Long winding river beds slept;
Deep wells drew empty buckets,
While brown grass held tight to cracked soil.

Dark shadows raced to beat the sun,
Churning and rising in power,
Their anger provoked by the dead.
The heavens grew in sorrow,
As thunder boomed from a great distance,
Fuming at the condition below.

The heartland was lost and decimated,
So desperate for living water
It no longer remembered the taste.
The ground shook; the Iight flashed;
The cursed sun swallowed up in wrath,
And the clouds wept.

Behind the lines

On the last day of the feast, the great day, Jesus stood up and cried out, “If anyone thirsts, let him come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, ‘Out of his heart will flow rivers of living water’ (John 7:37-38).

Sing a Soothing Song Over Me

concert-1335779_1920When sin and sorrow seize me,
When the darkness overcomes,
Lord, take me where mountains sing,
Where the rocks and waters hum,
Where lyres find an ocean breeze,
And the waves and palm trees strum.

Sing a soothing song over me,
Like David played for Saul,
And chase away my enemies,
My heartaches, and my faults,
Lift my heart with Your Voice of Peace,
To take away my grief,
And raise a melody of grace,
To bring my soul relief.

When demons taunt me to fear,
And the harps of nature fail,
Take me to the Tree of Tears,
Where Satan’s old songs were nailed,
Then teach me the Psalmist’s cheer,
Where Lyrics of Hope prevail.

When the dirge of death is queued,
And my final breath is played,
Remake my voice for Your tune,
As an instrument of grace,
Then I’ll sing it back to You,
As an everlasting praise.

Behind the lines

The thought of God singing over us, soothing our souls, then one day teaching us our unique song so we can sing it back to Him. If He rejoices and sings for us, what language does He use?

The LORD your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing (Zephaniah 3:17).

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