Find More Time To Get It Right!
I am so glad that my words came together in this poem. Sometimes just walking and truly meditating on vibrations of nature, brings clarity.
Ezekiel 37:3. And He said to me, "Son of man, can these bones live?
Dry bones
You have to speak to them
So God can hear you.
A place so familiar
Yet not seen as important
As a function
As something to worry about.
I know some individuals
At this point,
Can pick up those
Dry bones
And run with them.
They finally saw
What it is
God
Had for them to do.
Finally found their voice.
Finally can make a difference
And put some outrageous things
To rest.
Heck,
If its any wealth in it,
Won't it be worth it!
If there's any getting to be got
Wouldn't it be
On the list
To be completed.
What's that saying?
By any means necessary.
Is it me and you
Or is
God
Still on His throne
Waiting for you.
To see
This madeness in me.
Maybe!