God’s love rebuilds a fallen structure like a tree into a joyous monument - a prose poem |
The Mighty Lord shall never forsake A harmonious son or daughter’s Gracious tune; A prayer shall unite them With their Savior; The Mighty Father will proffer That helpful, healthful ear… The grieving shall Shallowly wither With the mention of Christ; And the grace of His Goodness Shall cleanse them From their strife With an epic rejoinder… The holy tree Whose bark is removed Must become whole against That horrific backdrop. Through the Gift of the Glorious And Most Powerful One, His children will rise up From the desolate, empty trunk Of this fallen beauty; The awesome Earth Will peer skyward To His Spiritual Force; In His Golden Paradise; The psalm of His adoration Shall reconstitute their ruptured designation Of leafless stature. To offer physical penance. That body of error and ignorance Shall be godly and extremely grateful For His seminal mercy. The darkest days and lowliest nights Will not shrink from His commanding presence; The beastly moment of reimbursement From the flesh of Eternal Memories Will brighten - And their joyous principles Shall culminate with a sudden precipice Of budding credence, Spot-on guidance, And loving celebration! |