the thoughts they appear
like blades of grass
its presence is near
some borders are glass
the heart grows faint
but it bursts with new life
at the thought of renewing
outside of my life
tangled in silence
the unsuspecting air
revealing the truth
with each fading prayer
patience fails breathing
as fear wears its best
after eating a bowl full
of doubt and unrest
but under the soil
there lies a great root
replacing the other
and making new fruit
its message is heavy
but its result comes with light
the path can be winding
but can illuminate the night
the choice seems
but taps on the heart
for maybe a follower
will not yet depart
but in the due season
the fruit will produce
and its branches will talk
to the depth of the root
for now time grows slow
and strengthening appears
seeing God's work
after many tough years
continuing on
as sure as the sun
its beating reminds me
the growing is not done
but joy comes to rise
far as east and west
for knowing the Lord brings
only the best
i will follow Him
where He feels I can endure the test