Colossians 1:27
The buried seed has cracked the ground,
The pilgrimage begun!
The spring ties yellow cords around
And drags it to the sun.
The birds bomb scatter-songs of scenes
Where other tiny shoots
Have bubbled into forests green
With waves of foaming roots.
God let me like the flower described
Intent on extra height,
Drink first born Son-shine as prescribed
Pulled up by ropes of light.
Already…
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