In a state of dying grace lies red and gold
The carnage of autumn, swirling at my feet.
Is it homage or accusation?
It is neither. Both we and creation are suspended...until the Messiah restores us.
Will I be more worthy than those dying in nature?
Will I be more beautiful than the sunset?
Not until the Messiah restores us.
We all wait, for a whisper of hope, the trumpet or the announcement of gathering, we breathe...again.
Will the storm overtake those who take refuge?
Not if the Messiah covers us.
What can we do to achieve a covering that was offered, not by works or birthright
but by a sacrifice of The Most High God?
We can do nothing of ourselves.
We seek in vain to accomplish that which laughs at our pride.
Who are we to bring about life and redemption?
We are as a gnat moving against the wind,
Not if the Messiah covers us.
We are steel if He is our motivation.
A flower dies and a bird loses her flight
What have we lost,

.....Nothing when the Messiah restores us. ...And we wait...

Looking up and loving the learning process! Kelly in Dallas