Season For God

Many seeds that were planted in me
now burst into a garden for my God,
while the snarling beasts surround me
seeking to devour precious flowers.

They may yet destroy wherever they step
and where their teeth may tear.
But to The Lord, I do belong
and they will never consume the Power
who made the seeds and the blossoms,
and the soil where they grow.

For He is compelled by His perfect love,
to make all things beautiful and new.
And He has the power to create
in the space left by the wounds.

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