Day 8-FrEEStYle Friday-EXPECTANCY

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V in Poetry

EXPECTANCY

Fresh words

like

new rain fall down

on my parched soul.

Hard ground revealing cracked places

soften quickly

soaking up

 hope.

Budding soon

dormant seeds

meant to die.

Instead

patient shots

develop slowly

under ground

until the

sun

decides to

shine.

_____________________________________

 

-Isaiah 65:17-18a-

(The Message)

Pay close attention now: I’m creating new heavens and a new earth. All the earlier troubles, chaos, and pain

are things of the past, to be forgotten. Look ahead with joy.

Anticipate what I’m creating…

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