We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
These little white lights above my space, where art is made and moments rest bring brightness, warmth to ev'ry place that helps me feel restored and blest. Sometimes time will softly pass without a stitch or something made. Meditation's large crevasse sits in peace with naught displayed. Mem'ries of these white lights brought make an old man young, again. Christmas past when I was taught, "Light's restored when saved from sin." (Ephesian 2:8-10, KJV) Nightly in the darkened sky these little white lights hang up in space. Plaintiff moans or faintest cry, "Save my soul for The Savior's Place." When the Truth is no more heard, when the Lord in silence hides the little white Lights of the lasting Word shine upon our blackness, Pride. The little white light across the waves grows quite large as near we sail. Shoals avoid we as He saves to snatch us from great lasting Fail. Restoring hearts by Light and Truth new giftings come amid this rest. The little white lights do spark our youth reminding us in Him we're blest. by Jay O’Toole on July 31st, 2023 |