Poem – Flown
November 3, 2024Poem – Refashioned
November 3, 2024Dark thoughts do not allow you to see their root and know where you are drawing what appears to be life from. The deeper they go down, these weeds become harder to pull and plucking them out by ourselves is but a painful deception.
Bad habits never produce fruits of joy ’til truly discovered by words of light from God, where removed by Him upon request, a life becomes best.
For in thoughts of light, you can see you are grafted into the vine of life, where any thoughts not realized from our Lord makes us want to cry and die inside. No joy can be found while there are variables not leading to heaven. They strike us down with fangs that pierce the heart. Yet when His brilliance is remembered to give clear sight, herein lay an inner strength that makes a happy heart.