Rise

Trying to live                
by lessons learned,                
lessons God patiently taught me
with quiet truth                
with gentle words                
with love in His aim                
He sought me...
lessons that soothed                
my restless heart                
calmed my quivering                
spirit in part.                
 
God's shaping of me                
is planted innate.                
His guidance should leave me
completely sedate,
but I seem to never                
be fully effaced.                
His affect does so lovingly                
seek to create                
a spate of compassion               
I must navigate,
but impulse exceeds                
the calm that should lead,                
allows chaos to breathe                
on my needs.
 
God's lessons do beg
Him to balance and check                
the goals He holds up    
in every subject.                
He proof-reads,
I learn.
I discipline earn,
He's steadfast 'til I am agreed.
He's loving
He's firm
My good are His terms.
His best is His goal
set for me.     
               
As God appeases  
my chaos,  
it eases.
He finds me                
unbinds me                
says that He loves me                
despite sin
He loves me                
has grace to forgive me                
when hiding is
my present deed.                
I need to keep open                
those depths of emotion                
like leagues in the ocean...
a Pandora's box guaranteed.                
His patient devotion                
like harmonic motion                
balances passionate need.                
               
God patiently teaches me  
notably seeks me  
plotting my course as I roam.
The source of Him anchors.
His peace fully blankets
with safety  
with shelter  
with home.  
He gifts me with grace.
His foundation and frame  
both fill me with strength...
never shame.                
He never has left me,
has never bereft me,
His spirit in me sets me free.
 
God's invested in me.
He planted a seed
filled with His plan guaranteed.
It died in my darkness                
yet reaching                
towards light.              
Though it is starless                
it's clear in my sight                
that growing means dying                
while healing and hiding,                
waiting to see                
the spring growing anew
feeling the green
losing the blue
leaving the dark                
taking a cue                
from light up above                
as I construe
the promise and words of                
my Gardener who proves                
that patiently caring
pruning  
sustaining                
bring me growth...
when the time’s opportune.
 
“When you put a seed into the ground, it doesn’t grow into a plant unless it dies first. And what you put in the ground is not the plant that will grow, but only a bare seed of wheat or whatever you are planting. Then God gives it the new body he wants it to have. A different plant grows from each kind of seed.”
‭‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭15:36b-38‬ ‭NLT‬‬