SUMMER! Ah, summer! Buttery breezes and near night-long sunshine is here at last to delight my way…
Warmth and surprises of cumulus cloudy delights and brilliant blue skies with sunshine glinting off of wavy smiles in water!
Hold forth, O, eyes of brown – for all you see is green – and lush, and leafy gorgeousness. What does this mean?
Why, that SUMMER IS HERE, AT LAST, and I am reborn in its creative power drawn from the very heart of God.
Sonnets, stories, and books reside within all of us. They also reside within me.
They kiss each other and praise God the Father. They use wisdom and knowledge and understanding to find their way out of me.
I sing praise to the Lord for the praises in each of His children. I sing praise to Jesus for the love of the Father within me.
My sonnets bow with praise, my stories spout His forgiveness, and books fill the shelves of magnifications to His Name!
There’s a sonnet alive in all of us reaching passionately around the neck of the Father. And roses drop their petals at the mention of His Name.
“Praise to the Father, praise to the Son, praise to the Spirit – the Three Who are One. Praise He Who calls butterflies forth from cocoon, and died for our new life, and IS coming soon!”
Bring Your works up and out of me, O, God and let my pen praise You always in writing’s phrases and notebook pages, from now into Eternity.
Merciful Father, I thank You so much for the mercy You’ve shown to me. Thank You for always speaking to me in the ways I need and for causing me to listen “intelligently”, with humility as my banner, first. My life is in Your hands.
God, You mean everything to me, and I will follow You all the days of my life. I promise.
In the Name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit I pray.