This growing soul seeded liberally
with weeds and wheat intermingled, entwined,
sprouting up towards the sun.
God,
take both my anger and my love,
my resentment and my thankfulness,
my best self and my worst.
Shine your lightful presence,
rain your Spirit down.
In Your time harvest the good,
pull out the bad,
feed the hungry with what I've grown
and fill the empty ground with your new seed.
1 comment:
Praying too...that the weeds are removed and that we can become bread. Praying for you. Happy Mother's Day!
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